To Cast a First Stone

envenom! **** and enslave. tether to your flesh, me. abandon, scourge and punish: wreak debauchery and hell on my palpitating flesh of marble. yet – still i stand. bring rain, bring doubt, bring stress. sow the seed of Discordia within, afront, behind and without me. put me under scaphism, truly am I deserving of that, for strong were the poisons and evils of my sacred terrorism… immure me then for ages, defenestrate my tattered being and guide my spirit then see it from outside of myself, how the body soon is lapidated and left then for food to the dogs and to the sewer-children. but i stand. make a changeling and call it by my name, make an endling out of me? and smear then my lineage! it will matter not at all; still i stand. open up your large and menacing black ****ing hole, do what you need to do to me. you will still lose, you will lose regardless, and you will lose either way. chaos woman! you cannot win this game, for this game is rigged with truth. you will die from the very rock you of all people eventually became very first to cast.