Shitfucks

Mhmmm... I knew it. I have a very keen sense. A very sharpened premonition. It's never wrong, instinct never lies. It's the most honest and the most miraculous thing on this earth. I listen to it and it rewards me in the most sensual ways.
I'm never wrong.
It's all gone for shit. But I won't cry, because I'm stronger than this. I'm stronger than fate and I will make it bow to my command, only because I'm stubborn and I'd rather die on my feet than live a lifetime on my knees.
I'll rise with a vengeance and reap what I sow.
I'm not in it for the money, I'm in it to crush people. I don't want to win, I just want to watch others hurt.
I want to watch the world burn... finally I know what it is to hate. And I hate this fate.
I'm sacrificing all I could ever want just to please. Acting along to pay homage to the dead.
Each night I tempt the Devil and his demons and curse God and all his holy angels just to see wrath in action. All I get is a painful silence, a hollow darkness.
I don't want to be saved, and I don't want to save my family from these deaths and painful time.
All salvation is, is ignorance....
I'll sit quietly and wait for this storm to pass.
In three days or less, I'll carry the face and memory of a dead woman.
Imagine how fun it will be to terrify them at night and bring them memories of her writhed form. I hope I die the same painful way so they'll remember all over again. I want to feel the flames that ate her, I want to be bruised and skeletal... wasted and perish in hell.
Only months ago we had to say goodbye, and now again, again in the future and a confusing hello.

What a lovely day.