Oh the pain and sorrow

the martyrdom proven in vain

for what we are if not blood vessels and dust?

My soul cries,

my male reproductive organ bleeds

my church burns

who the **** voted hitler again?

But in all martyrdom

there is reward

and in all reward

someone scammed not poetically

I suicided myself for her,

but she won’t speak with me—-

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((how in earth do i get ophelia to speak to me after i martyr myself up?))