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So this is what it has

become? A dissintegration of

common fucking decency.  A

public skinning. An open defiling

of flesh- a flaying for everyone.

Make a lesson out of me: place me on

your tortured soapbox, gesture at the

Scarlet Letter nailed to my bare

chest.  I am your example of everything

horrible that has ever happened to you.

Pick my ribs clean of any

meat that still clutched to bone.

Vulture and corpse.

Impale me on your stake of pride, fingernail

my windpipe to create a deafening gurgle.

Accept it as silence.

Curb-stomp me; render my jaw from my

skull to confirm my weakness.

Be smug as I choke on ash; blackened

teeth like burnt ivory.  Hold me by

the nape of my neck and

dangle me away from you...shaking me

occaisonally to make sure that I am in

obeisance.

Rattle me.

Make me be ashamed.

Smear my face in everything that I am.

I do not lie.

I confess, I am as decrepit as

you make me.

However, you need to realize one thing.

I am not spineless.

I will hold myself up.

Your campaign will no longer be

unopposed.  This is a catharsis for you?

This is your method of healing?

Attempting to destroy me?

I'll play your game.

You present me as rotting?

Then I will accept it...

and show you what real

decomposition is.

Description
So this is what it has

become? A dissintegration of

common fucking decency.  A

public skinning. An open defiling

of flesh- a flaying for everyone.

Make a lesson out of me: place me on

your tortured soapbox, gesture at the

Scarlet Letter nailed to my bare

chest.  I am your example of everything

horrible that has ever happened to you.

Pick my ribs clean of any

meat that still clutched to bone.

Vulture and corpse.

Impale me on your stake of pride, fingernail

my windpipe to create a deafening gurgle.

Accept it as silence.

Curb-stomp me; render my jaw from my

skull to confirm my weakness.

Be smug as I choke on ash; blackened

teeth like burnt ivory.  Hold me by

the nape of my neck and

dangle me away from you...shaking me

occaisonally to make sure that I am in

obeisance.

Rattle me.

Make me be ashamed.

Smear my face in everything that I am.

I do not lie.

I confess, I am as decrepit as

you make me.

However, you need to realize one thing.

I am not spineless.

I will hold myself up.

Your campaign will no longer be

unopposed.  This is a catharsis for you?

This is your method of healing?

Attempting to destroy me?

I'll play your game.

You present me as rotting?

Then I will accept it...

and show you what real

decomposition is.