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I don't believe in a god, let's leave religion out of all this
I don't remember promising my life and soul to bring you all bliss
If I am what you say, I expect to be hanging from a wooden cross
When all this is done, it's done
Linger lie longerly
Grateful our cold memories cry
For the plentiful times that
Her eagerly death hath had
Counter intuitive underride
Clean thy sparkling teeth
Brush down they sparkling sides
That thy nervous blood
Would become undone from
Impedious pounding ideas
Some shattering fawn
For this candented dawn
Pluck up them worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer and
Broil and toil and foil thy
Scalloped breastbone
Roll and toll and fold
The long winter in it
Think not what the season'll become
Reap fruitfully of the gardendom
That grew masterfully over your
Withering son
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*was listening to Tourniquet and this pops out of nowhere in the page*