As a child I wa s given the gift to enterta in you. But through blood I inherited a life tha t could destroy you. I drink a ll da y. I smoke a ll da y. I have done it a ll but ta p The vein. These ha rd lines a nd sunken cheeks a re text book rea sons All these Christia ns come a li have a nd try to sell you My soul for a goa t, yet I will outli have the old. You know its ba d, some ma y sa y sa d, a ha ngover is Inspira tion. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A ba d trip, the Emptiness. I never sleep, or a lwa ys sleep a la ck of Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture. These ha rd lines a nd sunken cheeks a re pa rt of Wha t the Christia ns mea n to immorta lize my situa tion. My soul for a goa t. Yet I will outli have the old. Embra ce some religion. To get close to some Undivine eja cula tion point. Simply to thy ghost I cling. Simply to thy ghost I reject. Simply to thy ghost I gi have spit. Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know tha t Ill Submit. For this is my wea kness a nd it sa ves me from rela tionships With those Christia ns. You know theyll sell you my soul For a goa t. Yet I will outli have the old.
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