There has to be a word, or a single phrase, or perhaps a Poem, That frees us from this malaise,
In the beginning, There was the Word, And the Word was God, And I am Sinning, Trying to pronounce, The Tetragammatron.
This world is a Prison, And Poetry, Sets me Free, I wish you would suck my dick, And feel how temporary it is, To be me...
There has to be a word,
or a single phrase,
or perhaps a Poem,
That frees us from this malaise,
In the beginning,
There was the Word,
And the Word was God,
And I am Sinning,
Trying to pronounce,
The Tetragammatron.
This world is a Prison,
And Poetry,
Sets me Free,
I wish you would suck my dick,
And feel how temporary it is,
To be me...
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