Imitating life is better left undead
Driving a sports car but youre all out of tread
On the slippery slopes you felt something red
Oh my scarlet hopes are already bled
The pole! The pole! You already know!
I knew itd be difficult to make it back home!
My lover, my lover have some wine
Not too much, just enough to unwind
None for me thanks its tea time
Coriander and pesticide
Teeing off with a homicide
I knew you'd make an awful bride!
My son, my son
Why do you sin?
You disgrace God with your pathogens
Dont burden me with your clothes still on
To accept Gods mercy your parents must be gone
Alone in a room with the healing holy ghost
It must enter through the dirty little host
Pluck out the eyes in which you lust most!
God is screaming
Every orifice is bleeding
Too much to bare in a single evening
God lights a cigarette and ashes his cherry
The sparks fall and end us all
All except the ones we didnt let marry
Ugly God, ugly world
Face in face do an ugly twirl
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Creative Writing With The Same Thoughts
PoetryHow much can I scream before someone tells me to shut up they've heard it before?
