Everything is fine, everything is perfect. I love the way
you always laugh at every mistake I make. Every wrong turn I take is another
high step you make. By the ladder you are the highest majesty parading around
in your golden throne, looking down at those who’ve dug themselves in holes. No
one can hold a card to your name, yet every card you hold has the power to
destroy. You win the game and win the war while I lose and die silently because
I don’t have a voice around your golden words. But for once I want to see you
fail at life. I want to see you fall from grace and be ashamed of the choices
you made. I want to cut your wings and break your halo. I want to condemn you
to hell so I can see you burn. I want to cut your throat so I won’t hurt. I
want to be able to write you off as a failure in life and then laugh. I want to
scream to the world that you have fallen from grace and that I have been
promoted to god. Everything is not fine and nothing is perfect for I have
fallen and you have ascended.
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