all right already with the preachings
the histronics and the weepy teachings
every chance taken is a desperate soul reaching
for some break that will deliver transcendence
but how many times wear a barrel home?
how many times must a fool as such be known?
why all the suffering if one finally stands up to own
what one has squandered straddling the fence?
I'd rather hang from a rope by my bumbling balls
than answer every god-damned purpose that ascends to call
me to attend to shambles I do not know at all
if God wants satisfaction let Him finally own up...
instead of leaching the weary bone of putrid flesh so dense
it cannot even rise up to say enough!!!!
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