"with the pain and death this madness brings, what we're we ever singing for?"-Father Francis Patrick Mulcahey

makin nuns dropkick their faith, I embrace the fact, my existence is cracked,
letting my eternity save face, steal your time of day, tell me I can give back
my love, you impact my love, and I know I'll never be able to rise above,
the push and the shove. but you're all that I have, too bad I don't possess,
the ability to be clean up whats left of this mess; from exploding hearts,
your ventricles and atriums splitting valves pulling my embodiment apart;
and ceasing my breath, wishing you were what I had left, hate me now,
I'm becoming adept at the secrets I've kept, I'm only following the cow,
because I'm mad as a hatter, the size won't fit my gigantic headcase forever,
emotions making words fatter, high cholesterol levels and flogging leathers,
inflicting public beatings; read the scars of the back of the frontside of me,
they'll tell you to shut the fuck up becase I'm damn sick of your curiosity,
so I kill the cat myself, and get tried and convicted for felinoside; judge
I plead guilty but my counter suit is that she stole my heart. won't budge,
push the wall, but it's set in place, so I move it with a seven forty seven,
the bodies pile up on top of yours, you're part of the scenery in heaven,
and If you'll kill because I'm differant and because my bread is unleavened,
I'm mentally poor, neural poverty is the reason that I'm breathing anymore......

Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis