Contains strong language

I would like to start this by saying the following:
"Those of you who are easily offended,
or have a nervous disposition
can fuck off.
I don't need your kind here.
That notwithstanding, this is going to be
a piece of shit."

I tiptoe around some
and stamp on the rest
because quite frankly
I don't give a damn
about you, or your culture,
or whatever the hell it is you
are rabbiting on about.
Piss off.
To Hell with my yearning
because that's where I'm heading
and soon will be burning
in my hypocrisy.
Atheism is faith whether
you like it or not.
Faith there is no faith.
irony personified

I'd rather blow my brains
across the wall
than blow my load
and therein lies the problem.
Offence taken
is twice as bitter
as the same given.
I live to offend and offend to
feel alive.
The only things that make me
laugh nowadays should not
be said in front of
children, nuns or the mentally
enfeebled. Irony yet again

The very few in this world
I love, I'd die for.
But does this actually mean
ANYTHING
if you are already
suicidal?
And yet there are many
I'd rather see dead than
myself. Her for starters.
To revel in that pain
caused to myself by her
as her blood flows through my
hands like liquid silk.
i) "Thank you for making
me feel like I am guilty"
Guilty of the love
that fucking killed me.

So fuck Her.
Fuck this feline
The same which reminds
of the times
and the lines
as I stand at the prow
of my sinking ship
and drown in the waters as
they envelope my soul.

Who in their right-fucking-
mind would give a shit though?
I certainly don't, I mean
look at what it is I'm writing.
What in the fuck possesses a man
to write down his mind
just as quickly as the blood
trickles down his leg?
This whole world can go screw itself
"Mankind"?
Or is it "Mancruel?"
That said, do we not have to be
cruel to be kind?
Is the paradox, not a paradox?
Even in our state of sacred
blasphemy, we would not rather
stab our brothers in the back
and take our reward,
than sit in this silent shit that
comes back around onto us?
ii) "Government is just another word
for 'Better than you'"

Family is a fucked-up, fickle
word.
Wrapped up in comfort but
I told you so.
I fucking told you so.
Did you listen?
Fuck no. Fuck did you.
Bullshit and you know it.
Sever the final links,
throw back your hair,
howl into the night,
release the beasts
and throw away the key
to any remaining shred of dignity
which might encompass me
set me free.
Life lacklustre with the lack of
sanctity.
So draw the curtains this
one last time,
set off to the horizon
Firearm in hand;
And tell me what you
see as I finally go through with it.
You want to know my final words?
How about these?
"Fuck You."
Go on
Write that on the stone
Write that on my fucking epitaph
"Fuck You."

Out.