Inside the Mind of an Aloof Poet - Dear Dictator

Dear Dictator

Nov 17, 2020

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You are a leader of your word, yes?344Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNcp0HJfaYJ

No.

Where is my vessel you never promised?

Where is my physique in which I can finally be satisfied?

You crafted me so utterly wrong.

Thine evil loathes me, do you not?

I am tired of this body in which I cannot host,

I am tired of downward spirals, eternally debilitating me and my life,

I am tired of being perennially reminded of how exasperatingly different biology is for me and my soul.

Spotty patches and stinging scratches,

I am tired of the pain, this catatonic ache, this gut wrenching reality in which you impale my fucking dignity.

Wickedness thrives, kindness does not.

Malevolence prospers, love will not.

Hatred flourishes, empathy does not.

Excruciating pain, paralyzing breath snatcher, drag me down to anguish.

I wish for your death to strike upon you as quickly as you birthed me; be gone, be dumped into your mythical realm of hell that you fabricated.

Suck me off and weigh me down,

You and your tyrannical tirade have won.

Euthanize me, oh leader.

I hate being a tranny,

I hate me,

And I hate you.

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Scathingly burned,

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