July 21, 2011
You keep on that maniacal laughter of yours, spiting the placid caricatures of those who lay down their swords for those they love, those who actually carry with them tokens of humility, unlike your deranged self…
So I cannot resist the urge anymore because of your revolting practices, and I whip around and lash my hand across your face, leaving behind a burning imprint of what you could never understand, that we’re all the same.
And I feel your stunned gaze follow me as I leave you in my dust, and before you can roar out a demand for an apology, I grit out between clenched teeth the truth of it all, “This is no game to play.”

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