Can’t you see i am just using you? More and more I glare and look unrelaxed. Because I have no dreams. There is no happy endpoint. I have no vision of harmony. Not for me, and not for your pretty daughter. Violence is the endpoint. You see, if I saw violence as a path to peace, I would be able to occasionally crack a smile and laugh. Because true leaders keep their eyes on the goal. I dont laugh ever. Maybe a derisive snicker. It should be clear as day, to you fucks, that control and violence is the endpoint. F*** your perfect daughters and all the daughters to come. They have to always be scared and owned by, and have dreadful fear of free spirit. You can have gratification through me your savior, but never happiness. I have no idea what happiness is. So how can I possibly steer the world in that direction? Follow me to hell. Signed, D. +rump
