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The blood is bleeding from the sternum; my eyes see haze and scripture
These meetings are growing tiresome and quite devoid of picture
The walls are closing in, the light is growing IMMENSE!
Bulbs to the tour and rather ridiculous if I digress
Check off the opiates, we use them to line the cracks
And stock the drywall if we feel danger huffing down our backs

We seek the sun but the gore is always the butt of the joke
When these constellations revoke humor in breaks they evoke
Yes, they did it and cleared skies for the gods they reprimand
So the sunlight from the tanned bed doesn't feel so secondhand
We seek this mischievous boulevard of broken spirit corrupted
By the last man to walk this earth without being interrupted
No such beacon exists; the Serengeti is corrupted with residents
That revoke nomadic Maasai with counterintelligence
We seek the rebellion but the priests tell us to drop to our knees
Please understand our way, this is not another squeeze
This is the flytrap, buzz around and feel free to die here
Don’t be scared, Truth can be more than just a sightseer
This is it; this grave is your sanctioned holy ground
You brought them in, they spit you out. How about a second round?
Try again with the contemporary fatherhood we slam to the floor
Third time’s the charm when we are all searching for a holy war
Four more messiahs and I’m sure we will all drink from the Kool-Aid
Five more raptures and the Armageddon will no longer be delayed
Six more lectures and the second coming will be upon us
Seven more sins till our limit has reached its own bullshit limit!

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