Feature Psalmelody
I know that I’m present, yet I can’t seem to wake,
The top of my Epididymous is crying for Peat’s sake,
Oh yeah!
The hole in my chest leads to a better land,
But my genitals keep me from fucking the sand,
The salt in my eyes is turning me green,
With a hatred of snakes that have ruptured my spleen,
I’m bleeding like a hippo, bubbling like a mouse,
Please God bestow on me a Mucus Covered House,
Give me the things, which I cry for in the night,
Protect me from my feet, which attack me to my fright,
Give me a canine, so I can sleep well,
Let me fuck my mother in Hell,
Let me spit on the ground of my own selection,
Let me impregnate the Immaculate Conception,
...And when I grow old and can’t hold my own,
Dig me a ditch six feet deep, in which I may make my home!
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