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Summitt Tortured Torched skin frosty with bite Mind broken on a stance I can't dance, but dead can, so I kicked it Down Down down I drowned today in a frown It was mine and I wore it like a pro I'm a little "g" God with a pencil Stenciled out god He's not Catholic He's not Baptist He's not Jewish He's not Buddha, Allah, Or living in some Shanghai Shangri-la He's a premonition Just a figment Of your imagination a **** poor attempt to keep you from your own ruination God is dead and no one cares Man's attempt to quiet contempt for life's pains Shhhhh! It's a secret! It's not a race, it's just humanity It's a lie covered by colored skin It's buried deep within on a cellular level The only escape from life is death The only escape from death is cancer, and cancer isn't winning any support for its escape from programmed cell death, soooooo...
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
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Summitt Tortured Torched skin frosty with bite Mind broken on a stance I can't dance, but dead can, so I kicked it Down Down down I drowned today in a frown It was mine and I wore it like a pro I'm a little "g" God with a pencil Stenciled out god He's not Catholic He's not Baptist He's not Jewish He's not Buddha, Allah, Or living in some Shanghai Shangri-la He's a premonition Just a figment Of your imagination a **** poor attempt to keep you from your own ruination God is dead and no one cares Man's attempt to quiet contempt for life's pains Shhhhh! It's a secret! It's not a race, it's just humanity It's a lie covered by colored skin It's buried deep within on a cellular level The only escape from life is death The only escape from death is cancer, and cancer isn't winning any support for its escape from programmed cell death, soooooo...
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
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