Friday, March 25, 2016

every time I do a good deed

I wind up regretting it to the depths of my soul

you leeches you "meek who'll inherit the earth"

you stinking con artists can go

milk the consciences of the faux holy

you bastards deserve each other

like flies and turds

and not even getting the best of that

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