Jonus Prostrate but Faceup Scene 2 Slide 5

The noise, the silence, the tomb, the self.
What condition can remove this pity?
I am displaced with this attention.
I cannot compose my stature.
Forever crumbling and falling apart.
I am now the centrepiece for all to ridicule.
From hatred alone I despise those who watch and mutter.
I hear it all, I know it all and I feel it all.
Pathetic man, chalet, conceited prick.
Too weak to stand, too weak to kneel.
Fallen down into the swine's garbage.
In this time I will listen to the hypercritical judgements.
I will remember all.
In time I will return to seek victims for my malice.

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