No way to explain it
No need to analyze
No rationale, so incredible
And no meaningful prize
No possible motive
Except maximum self
The conscious world ceases
Brains put on the shelf
Bad habits are just that
Unhealthy routines
Crossing borders, explosive
Loaded, meaningless fiends
And, yes, if G-d let's you
You'll endure this storm too
And the loathing, disgust
Will fade into view
Until the next time
When the devil...
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