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What a skeletal wreck of man this is.Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
Laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting.
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
From the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you server a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent,
And a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
So we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knife zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vaction is a count down, T minus your life and counting.
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
And hope you get a taste.
What the ******** is all this for?
What the ******** is going on? Shut up!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?
Say, your me and I'm you, and theay watch the things we do,
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
Haven"t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
And punch me into the dead spot again.
That where you o when there's no one else around,
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardlt bastards with there thumb on the pulse,
And a finger on the trigger.
Classified my a**! That's a ******** secret, and you know it!
Government is another way to say better than you.
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick,
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
But you can't touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph isn't sweet?
And we're all gonna die some day, because that's the American way.
And i've drunk too much, and said too little,
When your gaffer taped in the middle,
Say a prayer, say a face, get yourself together and see what happens.
Shut up! ******** you! ******** you!
I'm sorry i could go on and on but
Their times to move on so, remember: you're a wreck , an accident.
Forget the freak your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean s**t snort,
And blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is jusr everything we've done.
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