2004-10-22 - undertherug
inside you're filled with rottenness and dead men's bones accrue your charm is long forgottenness and you don't know what's true this tepid mediocrity alarming to the few bedraggled with hypocrisy and dampened with the dew of condensation from the chill when dawns the day - you know the drill back into the swamp you call existence the gaseous form of romp that goes the distance and maybe takes you to a plane where everything appears insane the habits and the fetishes are dampered with debits under credit that's been tampered religious minds cannot conceive of what it takes to make believe they're stuck inside a statue void of breath while promising us life they offer death you should've known how you can't fake it you're all alone now - you can't take it maybe you won't last another minute your future is a casket and you're in it you judge the dancer and her pole you call the girl a "nasty hole" you pride yourself that you are not like her but deep inside you're worse and to be sure your judgement and hypocrisy are twisted by philosophy an anagram you fixate on to primp lest you forget: apostacy is: falling from what ought to be. the problem is you're lame and going limp you'll find someone to blame - perhaps your gimp but let me give you something for your pimp the mental master baiting, stroking chimp Two things in life are certain (so let this light what's dim) 1.) there is one God, and 2.) you are not Him
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