Built upon a pyre of hatred so profound that it lit itself on fire without assistance
What kind of mercy could you possibly expect from the Devil Themself?
I extended to you the only measure of forgiveness you will ever earn
By getting as far away from you as I possibly could
And burned the map so you could never find me
I now take all the memories of you, the city that damned me, and the system that protected you
Douse it all with gasoline and burn it to the ground
Burn it all until nothing remains
No names, no faces, no signs to remind me that you ever were
Just ash, miles and miles of blacken and charred ash
To kick into the air and wash blow away with the wind
The way you should be, the dust of nothingness
Less than no one
Nonexistent
Gone forever.
Never to return.
Do you understand the mercy shown to you here?
As I burn only your memory and not your living flesh?
For all of your crimes against me, I could take it out in gallons of your blood
But instead, I accept your absence as penance enough
As long as you are, as far away from me as you could possibly be
A wondrous peace is extended to you
The closest you'll ever come to forgiveness
Because you haven't earned it
And if you're smart, you'll never try
Because I'll have enough gas and matches to set you ablaze
Just enough rope to hang you by your lying neck
To give you the mercy you are due – a painful, slow death
I don't want your apologies or restitution, they mean nothing to me
Your words and deeds have the value of counterfeit money
Even if I was stupid enough to accept your false currency
You could never print enough
You can never make things right. I don't want things to be made right, I want them to die.
I want those memories to die, and mostly, I want you to die
Tortured, engulfed in a flame that refuses to die
Until I am satisfied.
The fact that I allow you to exist apart from me in relative peace
Is the only concession I allow myself
This city, these people, they all deserve to die
Screaming and Burning Alive, trapped in their gilded cul de secs
“My daddy is a factory worker”
“My mommy is a secretary”
“And they're both on the school board”
“So I can assure that your entire life is shit for as long as you live here!”
And then you wonder why I act like a suicide bomber in my own community
Because I'm already dead. You saw to that a very long time ago
I'm only here to burn the last of the memories I want to see die
Hoping your name will be lost in the ashes, forgotten forever
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