weren't we laughing instead...

We were.
Were we laughing instead?
That radiant frugality that fodders.
I scream.
And I scream again mad.
-And I screamed.
...And I'm screaming some more.
And the more I supply you with.
To have thought about vengence is futile.
That retaliation is of envy.
A revenge.
But I think about it often!
Too often'.
I translate this: society of relics.
Scream - some more.
I scream some more.