There once was a plain old greedy degenerate Who fancied himself some sort of profit Most of the town's folk even bought it Some say he lost it
We must laugh together at the irony we see Someone degenerate as he Redesigning our humanity First conceptual sold as a divine product ******* ecstasy…
I won't support the scandal to fund the living Dead council The Swine Thought to unwind and rewind in the way they felt fine Thus genetically designed a millennia of succession of clergy kings And unleash them to father all mankind to be
Hear me when I say I do not feel okay When malice men metal with God's work
Got a hell of a good pitch though I mean you really make that **** looked ****, no?
A well-designed slaughterhouse may have its livestock walking into spirals right to the mouth of the grinder Scientifically each breed more perfect than the next As I deflect Do my very best To warn just in case you could respect Liberty and freedom Or obey to choose to sleep comfortably Happy sheep healthy cut of meat Splash, shear and then repeat
I love you So much Almost as much as I love myself Hope you can learn how to be alone with just yourself all by yourself and be present with yourself Love