Smiles and cold stares
God turns his back on fools
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Haha god
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I slept while he died
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And I’ll laugh as I fall |
your thoughts trickle off into my night |
Im sweaty and tired and muddy from the fall to the river
no calm without consciousness; anywhere without it is a chaotic, raging, burning hell |
Dignity’s nowhere in America
what’s left’s a bloated caricature and assassinated character Put your hand over your heart! |