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It is void now.

Man
Man
Man
(Unintentional hypocrisy)

Ashes to ashes, for dirt was meant to tarry.
Not with a purpose, but because it found something pointless to help **** the boredom. Still, better than some hobbies.

Scrupulosity, the prison in the sky
When I visited Pop there he showed me how to take a long hit of Hell smoke.
16 days catatonic.
It was enough for me.

But Pop, he got too
high

Hospitalized for a revelation of the second death after worshiping televangelists in solitary.
The Serpentine Christ loves those with money.

Forgive him Father, for he knows not that
he earned his severance in my mother's womb
(7 bank accounts)

Shine it up good and spend it all up at the right time.



Pop is broke now.

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(all is vanity beneath the sun)