Vermilioncore
fear god
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Some people were born with good looks.
Some people were born with money.
Some people were born tall.
Some people were born healthy.
I was born without any of those things. It’s a very rare thing when someone is born ugly, in poverty, short as fuck and unhealthy as fuck. It’s a rare species. A species of subhumans who should be gathered together and executed and have our bodies be burnt in a huge pit. That’s the type of punishment we deserve.
In fact, I get myself angry. I’m so ugly that it makes me angry at myself! Imagine that. So, I don’t blame others for hating me and avoiding me and abandoning me. I don’t blame God for beating my ass every second of every day. He beats this ass good. I deserve it. Ugly men like me deserve to be killed. Simple as that.
It’s painful to be awake. It’s shameful to be awake. It’s agonizing to be awake. I wish I could sleep and never wake up. But, the trouble won’t stop there. My soul is then transferred to everlasting fire and brimstone to suffer endlessly in unspeakable, excruciating agony. I hope someone takes a fat shit on my body if I ever kill myself. Maybe they can some Logan Paul comedy shit and make memes with my corpse. Make a complete mockery of me. I deserve it.
All hail to everyone but me.
Some people were born with money.
Some people were born tall.
Some people were born healthy.
I was born without any of those things. It’s a very rare thing when someone is born ugly, in poverty, short as fuck and unhealthy as fuck. It’s a rare species. A species of subhumans who should be gathered together and executed and have our bodies be burnt in a huge pit. That’s the type of punishment we deserve.
In fact, I get myself angry. I’m so ugly that it makes me angry at myself! Imagine that. So, I don’t blame others for hating me and avoiding me and abandoning me. I don’t blame God for beating my ass every second of every day. He beats this ass good. I deserve it. Ugly men like me deserve to be killed. Simple as that.
It’s painful to be awake. It’s shameful to be awake. It’s agonizing to be awake. I wish I could sleep and never wake up. But, the trouble won’t stop there. My soul is then transferred to everlasting fire and brimstone to suffer endlessly in unspeakable, excruciating agony. I hope someone takes a fat shit on my body if I ever kill myself. Maybe they can some Logan Paul comedy shit and make memes with my corpse. Make a complete mockery of me. I deserve it.
All hail to everyone but me.
