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Fascinating

I find it fascinating That we are all Temporary This little life trip seems unnecessary But its needed To test your soul To see if you’ll drink from the toilet bowl Of this existence that we create How do you want history to read your fate? Were you worth something to rate? Or a result of daddy’s need to masturbate? He should have launched you in a tissue You’re really nothing more than an issue To be ignored Though I know your bored You may beg to the Lord Or fall upon your own sword That you sharpen With drug and drink Quizzical little choice Don’t yah think? Too many questions And few answers to be found It’s the reality Of idiocy’s sound Pass me the chemicals And pour another round I need to be numb to put on my shield It’s the fog of blankness That I wield As I wait in the concrete field And look to the sky Questioning who, what and why Waiting to die To find out if it was all a lie It is with these thoughts I breathe a heavy sigh And pray I receive my wings As I’m ready to fly Eric (and sometimes not)

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