Rant-tastic
If the pain is inevitable, then fuck it until it gets here
Up until the moment with a smile on your face
Spit a big fat wad of phlegm in fate’s eye and call him a pussy
Like you shit bricks of gold and walk on water for kicks
Tell em all off with your gun on your hip and your holster unbuckled
While you finger the ignition to your own personal nuke
And when someone says “oh god” answer them”yes?...”
Because you rule your mind and nothing else.
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