Those who seek to suppress and dominate
Are the ones least in control themselves —
That truth has made itself abundantly clear.
The only thing you can ever manage is your own soul,
But you find that difficult, boring, and scary —
You’d rather fuck with everyone else’s instead.
Your toddler games fool no one:
You are an infantile fool lost in fantasy;
Your moral imperatives are a clear deception.
You may distort appearances to fit your fancy
But the laws of reality will never bend to your delusion,
And in no way will you ever command the soul of another.
For each life you think you’ve successfully restricted,
Another hundred, somewhere, are defying your madness
With their every breath and movement —
All power to them.
Your narcissism has been indulged for too long:
It’s time to attend to your own demons,
And stop playing the part to everyone else.
As your wrath and rage have been vicious and unsparing
I will spend the remainder of your existence
Mocking your arrogance and lunacy in equal measure.
The world was not made for you,
And your life is a passing fart,
So pull your head out of your rotting ass.
Of course, you’re stupid to heed wisdom,
And only in your last dying gasp are you likely to fathom
That you utterly wasted your life on nonsense.
Shut up and slumber, you loser titty baby.