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Yes, light on the funny and high on the self-referential wanking, but whatever.
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| I plucked out my eyes, but it didn't stop me sinning. It turns out it's easy to get away with "accidentally" groping women on the subway when you're blind.
Why bother with "Do not touch, do not taste" when the defilement comes from within? When your light is darkness, how great is that darkness.
A blind, deaf, dumb, quadriplegic can lust and rage against his Creator just as much as a healthy man - and can probably do it with more conviction.
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| It's like I'm beating you to death with a baseball bat.
The first blow took you by surprise, there was no fear in your eyes, just shock, not even pain yet, your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening.
The second blow broke bone, your temper snapped and you lashed back, yelling and tearing, telling me to stop before you really lost it
But the blows kept falling while you kept calling my name, begging me to stop, saying you couldn't understand why why why as I cracked your ribs and thighs with a stick gripped in the hands that once held you tight
By the end you wouldn't even fight, you just lay there crying tears of blood with that fucking stupified look on your face, like a slaughtered lamb saying "Don't you know who I am?" like you couldn't even feel the bat slam your jaw as I beat your flesh raw.
"Oh my love, my love, it's all undone, tell me the words I once knew so well. The woven spell that kept the dark out is unraveled now, you came in the kingdom and you tore the place down, you ripped my heart out and the worst part about it is I'm too broken-hearted to do shit but sit here and pour out tears in the black, my love I want your love back"
As I swing the last crack and hear the wet slap of bat on pâté, hear your breath slip away, I flashback to the the day I kissed your lips and said "This is it, this is the one, I'll never be alone again."
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| Your love is like a castle
But not a fairy tale
It's stronger than a fortress
And deeper than a well
So when I try to reach you
And swear that I won't fail
Can never seem to make it
And God, it hurts like Hell
You know you are a lady
And anyone can tell
When a smile parts your lips
It's purer than a veil
While it's slowing spreading
Oh, how my heart will swell
You are all I long to see
And God, it hurts like Hell
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| I feel dead inside, but sometimes in a good way. Any number of causes; sickness, medicine, separation, poor nutrition, lack of action. Quitting cigarettes and alcohol cold turkey on the same day. Bitches I couldn't give less of a fuck about giving me the puppy eyes while all I get from Christian girls seems to be the cold shoulder. All just a holdover, the leftovers of an old life.
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