May We Live On The Golf Shore

Right. I think of it and it makes me sick. It makes my brain churn and my stomach conceive a million possibilities and every prospect involves your death. You must bleed and die in order for the purification of the world. It is my job to bleed you. It is my test to bleed a friend.
I think of it and it makes me laugh. It makes my brain tighten and my stomach expunge endorphins, and every endorphin drives pleasure into my cells. You must bleed and die in order for the world to end. It is my job to bleed you and thus to end the world. It is my test to end our friendship for the betterment of the collective soul of man.
I think of it and it makes me uneasy. It makes my brain become flustered and my stomach empty and blank. You must bleed and die in order for the world to grow. It is my job to bleed you and thus allow the world to grow. It is my test to give up what I love most for the benefit of all mankind.
I think of it and it makes me hopeful. It makes my brain bare and my stomach race. You must bleed and die for the world to die. It is my job to bleed you and thus kill the world. It is my test to take vengeance upon you for transgressions I would have made myself.
I think of it and it makes me cry. It makes my brain hunger and my stomach reflect. You must bleed and die in order for the world to continue. It is my job to bleed you and thus continue the world. It is my test to place my hatred below your hypocrisy.
I think of it and it makes me indifferent. It makes my brain sick and my stomach dull. You must bleed and die for the world to listen. It is my job to bleed you and thus make the world know. It is my test to martyr you to persecute me to have the roles reversed upon a historical analysis.
I think of it and it makes me passionate. It makes my brain pure and my stomach blank. You must bleed and die for the world to shift. It is my job to bleed you and alter the current time path. It is my test to destroy what was in hope of what might.
I think of it and it makes me healthy. It makes my brain growl and my stomach relax. It is your job to bleed and die for the world to freeze. It is my job to bleed and kill you to isolate time in one instant when I see fit. It is my test to kill all possibilities of consciousness, reality and decisions to spend the rest of our frozen eternity locked in a glance with her before you can destroy, evolve and fuck her.