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Bowl full of oil We should have been royal Priest drunk off his own wine Wiped our foreheads of the divine Some of us got a taste For others, what a waste They became the ****** and cursed Now the last will never be first Dear Universe, what did you expect Not just a moment under rug swept But an event bound to produce a devil or three And now, one of those devils is me
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Botched Sacrament
Bowl full of oil We should have been royal Priest drunk off his own wine Wiped our foreheads of the divine Some of us got a taste For others, what a waste They became the ****** and cursed Now the last will never be first Dear Universe, what did you expect Not just a moment under rug swept But an event bound to produce a devil or three And now, one of those devils is me
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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