47th prayer to G

The freaks dont give me five minutes anymore, G

Heres a summary of five minutes, G

Me, a schizophrenic, giving the freaks a lecture in sanity

Havent you imbeciles heard of ptsd?

Have you never heard of psychology?

Yknow, like, giving someone time to THINK!

The latest “argument” includes no thought with it

The argument is that the tapeworm has my consent

But not by my consent!

My consent according to its “argument” is me entering

Fight or flight mode against it

This is to increase my trauma, bringing it out

My trauma manifests as going red, salivating, smiling, or my legs going weak

And then that creature believes it justifies its argument

But in the first place trauma is not consent

Its the result of a 30 year war

The tapeworm being my latest opponent

Of course the horde of freaks, and now bitchosphere

Stand behind it

The tapeworm uses homophobia, and mysoginy for its main weapons

But my trauma is my weakness, and its playing this game dirty

And without honour

Wheres the tapeworm getting all its money for cars?

It does less than i do

It just follows me around, and im on the dole

But theres an anti lgbt political climate, now

And im a dissident

If some noone is offered fame and money, most would take it

Nothins too low
For smokin joe

And hence, its become a parasite

How do you exist, G?

“And all i want is you”

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