Do I appear stupid to you?
Some poor little fool who doesn’t know her ass from her elbow?
I see so much more than you give credit for
Cursed with intuitive logic
I see your patterns light up like neon lights
A möbius loop of deceit and prose
How many can be stacked one atop the other until it falls apart?
The centre cannot hold if it’s built on nothing
Until you, I had no belief in vampires
I had no need for creatures
When I am surrounded by monsters
Manifesto by malicious intent
Methods employed to suck the life and love
From my lips and fingertips
Bent on your own pleasure & destruction
I revoke my invitation
I take it back
Slam the door and burn it down
There is no room left at the Inn
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