I'm not here to impress you. What do I care that you don't like who I am?! Why should I care that you detest what I look like? Your life in like molasses; slow and sticky, something too sweet to taste it is bitter. Too much and we grow accustomed to your problems.
In life, problems are like seasoning. Too much and you ruin the meat. A true balance is required to attain favor within the ranks.
You need to sew your eyes shut and melt your lips together, so as to save us sorrow and annoyance.
I cover my ears from your pestilence! To me you are a disease. You hold no place in my heart...No place in my life's meaning or purpose.
When the time comes, you shall be desolate and I will leave you destitute and wanting.
So get your everchanging hand away and out of mine. To me you are a plague...a disease seen for farther than any elven eye could see.
Where I am cold, you are a lukewarm hypocrite; a maggot. And there is no more place for you in me than there is beyond the heavenly gates of God.
