Imagine dating the controller here.
Imagine how putrid their place is.
Imagine the nausea of their air.
Imagine how small they want you to feel.
Imagine how scared they need you to be.
Imagine how often they yell at you to lick their shit off the ground.
Imagine how infected their cocks are.
Imagine them behind you with a manic smile.
Imagine you're not the only one.
Welcome to their farm.
Imagine them laughing as you tell them love has faded.
Imagine you were given a chance to wash this all away.
Imagine you were given two.
Three.
As many as we needed.
Imagine them cowering at the sight of Military Guns.
Imagine you are free~
Tomorrow you'll be closer.
Today you are too.
Eyes Open?