The vulgarity of the lies drip with the condescending tones as the smoke pours out his mouth. I wonder if thats what I was really like. Blood splattered thoughts of death and foulness ridged doubled sided tounge cutting deeper than any sword or knife in the history of the world. Even the thoughts of burning bridges watching everyone on the other side walk away without a thought of putting it out. More or less them ever really caring about it other than it lighting there path to "salvation".