Poetry for sale


A bit, from the next chapter I am about to publish.

They all told me the same thing, that it could not be done. They could not see themselves do it, so if they could not themselves, what chance did I have? That was what they thought. What surprised them more than anything, was the simple fact that I tried, even after they all told me, as if my effort was not born of accomplishment, but defiance. Truthfully, everyday I do not murder, rape or pillage, is a day I set myself apart even further from the majority of people that came before me.. My nature.. Is broken. Ours, is broken. As one, we defy our past nature, while adopting a new one and punish those who do not. So yeah, fuck the lot of you.


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