Imagine dating the controller here.
Smell how putrid their place is.
Taste the nausea of their air.
Hear how often they yell at you to lick their shit off the ground.
See how infected their cocks are.
Feel them behind you with a manic smile.
Sense how small they want you to feel.
Know how scared they need you to be.
Look, you're not the only one.
Welcome to their farm.
Watch them laugh as you tell them love has faded.
Believe you are given a chance to wash this all away.
Feel them cowering at the sight of Military Guns.
Tomorrow you'll be closer.
Today you are too.
>Difficult truths will soon see the light of day.