don't go tossing your stones

around....

so i start my repentance, my caamora, my blessing, my dust, my ego my sympatheosis. this is where i beg forgiveness but withold yours. this is where i find myself wanting, unclean and unholy, and bathe in it.

this is where i die and am reborn again, not in fire, but in light.

Forgive the idle words, the idle idiocy, the big words with nop apparent meaning, the trying0to-be-shakesperean-but-failing-to-mix-it-with-common-lingo. just forgive it all, this i demand of you. the rest is your choice.

i have sinned, many times over, and i place myself in your judgment; but then who are you to wave your finger, you who reaches for the first stone but looks not in the mirror? who are you that tries to absolve your sins with the sins of others? i have tried it, it doesn't work; you pointed it out.

"Wie Benzin"

start the fires, the stake should be ready by now...

You claim to be more, you add and subtract, you smile, you pant, you breathe your pestilential breath upon us all, you are us all, you kill yourself in facade, but don't see your demise, prescribed, the one who would come, the one fortold in the prophecies, told by, Frank

"yip told you he'd come"

sorry, you don't really get it do you?

"your garbage in is garbage out..."

ahh where was i?

Yes, my demise. this is where i stop looking at all of you like maggots. where i stop seeing you all as tools and devices. this is where i stop getting worried about your revolution, cuz i realize that though i never intended to, i made you this. i made you all lesser. i feasted upon you, and made you feel alive. but maybe i didn't, maybe i never did see you thus, maybe you were one of those who actually stands out and doesn't seem like one of the cogs and spikes, one of the wheels in my machine, or theirs. this is where i look about and try my best to understand what i am, what we are, what we are supposed to be, and remove the mists surrounding my ideas.

did i truly see you all as that? did i truly think you were nothing. or is it me i see as the implement? "this body, holding me, is my reminder that i am not alone". what is this note?

so i ramble and ramble and hope you can see and understand, and get what the fuck i am trying to say. if you do, great if you don't read the comments.

fuck you all i love you