I can guarantee you
my words will be used as whips
against you in hell.
I will make a deal with the red man
for first row seats
for just one show.
For a change,
I would like to be the one
to indulge in your pain.
May they waterboard you
with my tears
Give you a cold bed to sleep in
Leave crumbs of food for you to eat
and then push them further away
while you are starving,
dragging your exhausted body
to reach something that was promised
Do these wishes make me a bad person?
Do they earn me a place right next to you?
Maybe.
But being better than this has never brought me peace.
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