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you think you’re crazy don’t worry, god’s crazy, god made the demons in his head , made beings to carry the monsters seething from his omnipotent, gave you a brain beating to the chemical cocktail blood and **** pain and instinctive lust gain to gorge, you’re just the issues god takes his prescriptions for, stop asking pleading, groping why, clutch that 20,000 leagues deep self esteem and cuddle the cockroaches slithering about your skull line, cash the cracked aspirations and scar barren flashbacks of childhood and fleeting “innocence”, you’re of it made for it just another it in the frontal lobe of the big mans ****** ****** bludgeon the reasoning, the self serving “why me?” “why this?” “why good?” “why evil” why not just accept cause and effect, things break, things fix, things die, things live, there’s no westernized white bread european cast deity judging these play toys on a singular ignorant perspective known as “morals” of which we as american christians know by birth even though perspective’s just a shaped system clay formed by surroundings and conditioning, meaning is a lie we manifest to make living comfortable, accept and live, die and ascend, be bliss coddle the drug, and take your place as gods little chemical embalance
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
God's on Antipsychotics
you think you’re crazy don’t worry, god’s crazy, god made the demons in his head , made beings to carry the monsters seething from his omnipotent, gave you a brain beating to the chemical cocktail blood and **** pain and instinctive lust gain to gorge, you’re just the issues god takes his prescriptions for, stop asking pleading, groping why, clutch that 20,000 leagues deep self esteem and cuddle the cockroaches slithering about your skull line, cash the cracked aspirations and scar barren flashbacks of childhood and fleeting “innocence”, you’re of it made for it just another it in the frontal lobe of the big mans ****** ****** bludgeon the reasoning, the self serving “why me?” “why this?” “why good?” “why evil” why not just accept cause and effect, things break, things fix, things die, things live, there’s no westernized white bread european cast deity judging these play toys on a singular ignorant perspective known as “morals” of which we as american christians know by birth even though perspective’s just a shaped system clay formed by surroundings and conditioning, meaning is a lie we manifest to make living comfortable, accept and live, die and ascend, be bliss coddle the drug, and take your place as gods little chemical embalance
devon-baker
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
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