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The Abyss of myself (Lyric) by ciantu
Death by knife, I don't know..
The draining of my elixure of life.
It sounds too slow.
Painful, irritating
Tis not the way I wish to go.
Life after Death.
Is there really such a thing?
If there is not, why do people sing?
Why do churchbells ring?
It pisses me of,
science these days.
They tell you theres no god, that we must change our ways.
What the hell, this is making me mad.
This science shit is really bad.
Oh joy, I'm not depressed anymore.
And I know who I wrote this poem for.
Those faget assed scientologist
You can't leave out the scrawny anthropologists who never see the light
of day.
Well you know what darwin, this is what I say...
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No offence to the people just the job (Go Naturistists)haha
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