Intolerance

In questo momento concentrata in quasi tutta la sua totalità verso le poste infami che mi devono far arrivare una cazzo di lettera che per fare 60 km ci sta mettendo 6 giorni. 





Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
While I smile and laugh and dance
And sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
As I smile and laugh and dance
And sing your glory
While you
Lie, cheat, and steal.
How can I tolerate you.
Our guilt, our blame,
I’ve been far too sympathetic.
Our blood, our fault.
I’ve been far too sympathetic.
I am not innocent.
You are not innocent.
No one is innocent.