Bitterness wrapped in spicy symbolism
You give me partners I can’t abide by and tease me with martyrs that would do everything to hide from me.
Am I that hideous? I am glued to your game board of perpetual play and loss. I don’t understand your blue divine motives. You’ve just incinerated half my chances at levity then added lead and laughed at my falling and it’s brevity. I don’t find this funny at all. I will not mind another agnostic treatise by the book of patronize or otherwise. I have the power to stop the intake of sources rendering me animate for your amusement so quit tricking me with your displays of hope for my freedom. My plea may be weak and verbal. Tomorrow it will blow away time and space and deafen you blind.