Your simple soul
Is at my foot
Your love
Stinks like cat food
I'm fodder
For your stupid God
And I feel fine
Prefering not to care
A fifty second capacity
Of Mind too demanding?
While you say your little prayer
I violate you
I desecrate you
I penetrate you
Fucking obsession with beauty
With loft a righthand pompousity
As you take these advantages
With Marilyn Manson
His blessing to you white boys
For the sake of God's glory
A sacrifice..a human sacrifice
While you say your little prayer
And I was only laughing!
hahahha!
Clarkson is Dead - by Seung B. Kim
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