Born of you. You create the fire, that in the end consumes you. I fill my latrine with spite. Forever born of you. You fill my gut with rage. Disgust. Forever born of you. Welcome this hell. You asked for it... never satified. need a way to win. Embrace this hell. You created it. never satisfied. Need to get back in... forced to dwell in disarray... your lack of pride... leads to lack of order.
