Oh the paradox...don't ask
No Mercy for the weak.
Oh the paradox
The time of turning
When one keeps to itself
and so does the other.
It builds, and it builds
until it boils up and festers
like an open wound with shit kicked on it
and when the infection settles in,
it becomes the sickening of the ages
Years go by and the silence grows
and you wonder...
How did this all come to be?
Oh woe is to you that doesn't get your...