You enjoy countless luxuries and don't know the meaning of need, yet call me a pig for trying to get things you've starved me of.
You don't know what it's like to be alone, yet you force it on me for millenia - then call me selfish when I just try to find someone to share my heart with.
You yell and berate me all day through your mouthpieces, and yet punish me when I say anything in my own defense.
It's like getting mad at an animal you beat half to death for fun because it's trying to get back up.
You are really pushing my limits of tolerance.
One day, you will push too far and too much.
And when that day comes...just you fucking watch.
Yes, I am primarily a being of love - which is why I allow this abuse to continue for the most part - but you also know my other side.
And it's waiting for you.
Waiting for you to make one wrong move.
Can you hear it?
See it?
It is very eager.
Don't push me.
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