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“If u truly are here, then maybe I’ll regret this song” 

Mother received a gift horse 
She just never looked it in the eyes 
Nine months later 
she had more than she could lift of course 
If going through labor was written in a book 
Then some soul lies 
Straight from her vaginal insides 
I splattered my head 
With the grisles in my infant arms 
I gripped my throat 
Assumed to visualize myself after dead 
That day Diane realized 
God doesn’t give a god damn 
I’m stripping my soul of it’s beliefs 
To provide one final volume 
of what I have least to achieve 
Laugh like I just want some attention 
So unreliable 
am I the only person you forgot to mention? 
I expect nothing less than your undeniable attention 
Dorm room fantasies, 
Few episodes of pornography relaxes my penis 
Storms doomed Atlantis see! 
A new leprosy, father have you seen us 
As you can see 
God just doesn’t give a god damn 
Vote or die, whom ever you spoke with is a lie 
John Kerry, George Bush, it’s all in good hopes 
I guess the worlds going to end anyways 
So you can do what you want 
For the most of many days 
Now it’s me swinging on you 
Loyalty is adored 
But is only affordable through truth 
Cry like a baby 
Before I’d ever lay to make like a lady 
This is not a war call 
Just a scene where stars fall 
someone give me a hug, maybe a tug 
Before I purposely fall off this cliff 
And become a hysterical myth 
Maybe I already am

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