A long time ago I never knew myself. Running from beatings, deflating.
Then the memory of shame birthed its gift.
I'm becoming more than a man. More than you ever were.
No more the small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Driven and burning to rise beyond Jesus.
Becoming godsize Perhaps through death my life won't be so bad. I found my life was slipping through my hands.
To realize my saving grasp.
Staring through your eyes.
I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you.
I of suicide. I the unlord.
Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,.
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