Maths - you can go die
go die a torturous, painful death
long and slow
like a good pig on a spit;
let it slowly roast
as the hungry ravens
boar into it with their greedy eyes
forks raised, ready to carve the flesh from its bones.
Yes, Maths,
you can go burn in the lakes of sulphur
slowly eaten away by time
and blinding, searing pain.
Like Loki, god of Chaos and Destruction
chained to a cliff
to be pecked at by a crow
for the rest of eternity
Imagine a sphere of steal
the size of the earth
And a crow, coming to sharpen its beak
against the smooth, cold surface.
Imagine how long it would take that crow
to whittle the giant sphere
to the size of your fist
That is but the tiniest fraction of time
of eternity.
That is how long I wish Maths to suffer.
go die a torturous, painful death
long and slow
like a good pig on a spit;
let it slowly roast
as the hungry ravens
boar into it with their greedy eyes
forks raised, ready to carve the flesh from its bones.
Yes, Maths,
you can go burn in the lakes of sulphur
slowly eaten away by time
and blinding, searing pain.
Like Loki, god of Chaos and Destruction
chained to a cliff
to be pecked at by a crow
for the rest of eternity
Imagine a sphere of steal
the size of the earth
And a crow, coming to sharpen its beak
against the smooth, cold surface.
Imagine how long it would take that crow
to whittle the giant sphere
to the size of your fist
That is but the tiniest fraction of time
of eternity.
That is how long I wish Maths to suffer.
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