I am a chorus of the voices. That gather up the magnets. Set before me. I attract you and repel you. A science of the heart. And blood and meaning. The coldness of most beauties. Is a challenge that our youth. Must quickly conquer. There is no time for guilt. Or second guessing second guessing. Based on feeling. I am the truth the beauty. That causes you to cross. Your sacred boundaries. I have no morals. Some think me cheap. And someone who despises. The normalcy of heartbreak. The purity of love. But I worship the young. And just formed angel. Who sits upon the pin of lust. Everything else. Bores me. I want to see your suicide. I want to see you give it up. Your life of reason. I want you on the floor. And in a coffin your soul shaking. I want to have you doubting. Every meaning you’ve amassed. Like a fortune. Oh throw it away. For worship someone. Who actively despises you. For worship someone. Who actively despises you. I am the root. I am the progress. I’m the aggressor. I am the tablet. These ten stories. Worship. Worship. Pain and evil have their place. Sitting here beside me. I offer them to you as servants. Of the gold that you must give. Pain and evil have their place. Sitting here beside me. And I’ll offer them I offer them to you. As servants of the gold. That you must give to me. I want to see your suicide. I want to see you give it up give it up. Your your life of reason. I want to see you on the floor. And in a coffin soul shaking. Soul shaking. I want to have you doubting. Every meaning you’ve amassed. Like a fortune like a fortune. Throw it away. For worship of someone. Who actively despises you. Who actively despises you