If you want to taste my madness, you’ll have to wait in line.
They tell me I have been raped.
What they don’t know is that rapes is in the air.
And words won’t be sufficient.
Duplicity of the unknown continent.
You rape me, but put simply you just rape yourself.
I was never there.
And so on.
Words cutting through the air while you are breathing.
Keep breathing so I can cut your throat many times.
Silence is powerful, they say.
I’d rather eat my puke, more healthy.
And so on.
I want to quote Gesaffelstein.
Techno, dark and policing.
The habits of getting raped is wanted in here.
Rape me, so I can live.
We will not survive.
Our war is elsewhere.
You got to chose your war.
You ain’t one of them.
And so on.
You decide.
I decide that you decide.
Whore will always get raped.
And so on.
Meet me where you can find me.
You, me and the air.
A clue, a sign.
Find me.
Try.
Merci pour ton témoignage. Non censuré. / Thank you for your shared experience. Uncensored.
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