“A god complex is an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility. A person with a god complex may refuse to admit the possibility of their error or failure, even in the face of irrefutable evidence, intractable problems or difficult or impossible tasks. The person is also highly dogmatic in their views, meaning the person speaks of their personal opinions as though they were unquestionably correct.
Someone with a god complex may exhibit no regard for the conventions and demands of society, and may request special consideration or privileges.”
To the man who thinks he is a God.
Trust me when I say that I understand
That believin’ in nothing is a lead heavy hand
That the fate of the water resolves in the sand
That maybe all we’re doing is for nothin
You stammer anxiously but with nothing to say
The chords all feel empty when you sit down to play
So you stand in the doorway smokin herb, sippin wine, waiting for a change
But if nothing is sacred, then nothing is lost
Wishin’ that every piece was for something
But it’s not.
Im not the one to be shackled with a forehead frown
Still the remaining traces of us seem to lie spread apart. The charred pieces I’m trying to swallow but as usual I keep missing the mark.
The engine won’t turn, and the furnace won’t spark
Conversations of futures, resigned to the dark.
Feels like all that’s been built will crumble
I was in your corner, whatever the cost
The gossip from fake friends with iron fists keeps you down
Once innocent, so sweet we were. I loved you more than I hope you ever understand. Our faith tested, we ripped each other apart.
Doubting each other’s words and validity, the ugliest, most vicious immoral backstabbing.
Sometimes I go back to that perfect place. Before the clouds came, in that space where we were safe.
Cause if nothing is sacred, then nothing is lost
And I was in your corner, whatever the cost
If the fists that are flying, are keeping you down
Then fight a little harder, for once in your life Pirin stand your ground.
I will leave you with this lastly and in very poor taste. The damage you did is such a disgrace.
I spent hours going back to check on that space. that same spot, salvaging what I can for you before it’s erased.
You’re blinded by a fragile ego and false pride. Pirin Rouptchin you lie, a thousand lies.
Lacking integrity, an easily bought opportunist at heart.
But what you dont understand is The heart who has understanding seeks knowledge,
The mouth of fools- feeds on foolishness.
Promises I once believed now resigned to a deeply scarred mistrust. Thanks so much for making the wall around my little heart a guarded mountain of death for the next person to climb.
PS: Your sex game sucks < sorry! not sorry) I still hate you. Forever and always,
Like some shitty version of the bachelor, I saw what you are and I exited stage left. Let some other sucker win.
Play stupid games and you win stupid prizes.
I know you think you’re the best thing since sliced bread but what’s stuck in my throat is this: Like the king of wands upside down, it’s all a mirage.
You work hard to look good for an imaginary paparazzi. You live in a place that is not yours. You sleep in sheets you never earned.
Time has escaped you. Spent foolishly in clubs holding someone’s daughter’s purse. 15 years is a LONG time to be doing nothing.
Everything you show the world as your own is borrowed without permission from someone else.
Money aside, what I’m posted about is your well hidden lack of integrity.
You have a blind fold over your eyes and I had one over my mouth.
Holding my tongue for what? To be gentle on your elephant sized ego?
An ego so fragile, you manipulated and gaslit situations and you look like an idiot. All the people you & Neli tried to rip off became my most beneficial friends. I cleaned up your roofing shingle messes, ‘nough said.
Wish fulfiller? Nope nightmare enhancer. I wish I could erase my brain.
Masterplan roofing is the worst joke you’ve ever played on yourself. Master Plan your ass to sobriety.
I finally pulled the swords out of my back! Thank you so much! And fuck you very , very much!