didn’t you know you’d get what was coming to you?
oh come on, you had to have known. yet you still decided to act like everyone owed you something, so the world gave you it— not what you wanted but what you deserved.
i write this for you— but to say your name would give you too much power.
you’ll be buried and the world will spin on
you’ll be worm food and we will forget you, however our dna won’t. not till we break the cycle.