I’m not inconsiderate or loaded with rage like a gun.
We can’t be friends. Who the fuck are you?
I’ll watch on as your plot capsizes and a mudslide hides your demons.
Keep your distance as I’ll find a way to burn you alive.
I will wait until all water runs dry and I’ll watch as your flesh burning and embers fly.
Reciting the word hate is a negative trait, so I’ll blow a kiss to your memory.