wrestling with metaphorical hard-ons
for money for money for money
and it
as a mean to be mean
I am ****** in the long run
for wanting the in-between
I find my self stressing and scatting,
foaming
and spent
for a non-existent God
I cannot repent
I cannot repent
for selling my soul
to Satan (the great)
at eight years old
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
wrestling with metaphorical hard-ons
for money for money for money
and it
as a mean to be mean
I am ****** in the long run
for wanting the in-between
I find my self stressing and scatting,
foaming
and spent
for a non-existent God
I cannot repent
I cannot repent
for selling my soul
to Satan (the great)
at eight years old
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