sit\'n and spit\'n toungs as th smoke smoke from the subsidence slowly starts sinking down as i stare in the eyes if the holy goat I wonder where life has gone
so many substances in my system to distract me from the crucifix in the sack and the hole in my back from the scriptures of yesterday that spark the fires of tomorrow and soon this destruction will lead to an era of superstition and sorrow for the heathens that believe that the wine of tomorrow breaths with the fire inside the the hatred that resides in the mortal sulfur.
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