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(478.) Melancholy Undergrowth
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In the broken glass
Jesus walked and cut his feet
They laughed almost
But thought otherwise when he glared at them
The cement slightly burned his soul
Defiled by the melancholy undergrowth of hate
We thought about this in the discord white room
The path was now covered in his blood
Should we blindly lead him once again
Away from the Stairs
Or should we walk into the blender ala puree
It is of no consellation
We dropped the crane
Jesus smiled for a second
The three-pronged claws were slick
He fell again
Resting next to a plushie Budha
We tried again
Our hands were bleeding
The rolex caught my eye
I had one quarter of salvation left
I bought a Wal-Mart brand rootbeer
It'll taste good in hell
Bill offered me another soul
I accepted
I used to to play the only game I win
Everytime
I put it in
It gave me 4 pieces of myself
I bought a stick of gum
Budha laughed
The witchdoctor began to hum
3 parts of my second soul
The devil walked up
Said he'd give me $100
He held monopoly money
it was tempting
I sent him packing
The white-washed glassdoor slid open
She greeted another person
Checked there things
Their shirt said slut
My cell phone rang
Satan again
I said not now
3 parts still unspent
A Christian began preaching to the cash register
Jesus joined Budha in laughing
I opted for a sticky ball of goo
It smelled of hell
It glooped like heaven
Nothing but Purg
2 pieces left
The sandy beech of black and yellow
Sun rose, sun fell, sun die
Lucky triple 777's hot damn,
5 quarters
I paid Bill back
He seemed eager to accept
1 part
Younger days of silent
Her hair was reddish blonde
Strawberry I heard it described
I missed her
With my Batman suite I came to her door
She was a fairy
Her sister a witch
Which witch?
The evil witch
Wicked Witch of the West which had a green face
And such deliscious apples
I bet they have grown proper
I have grown quite unright
Jesus shakes his head in disagreement
Budha laughs as Muhamed tries to stab him to no avail
I think I'll keep my quarter
(478.) Melancholy Undergrowth
=---------------------------------------------------=
In the broken glass
Jesus walked and cut his feet
They laughed almost
But thought otherwise when he glared at them
The cement slightly burned his soul
Defiled by the melancholy undergrowth of hate
We thought about this in the discord white room
The path was now covered in his blood
Should we blindly lead him once again
Away from the Stairs
Or should we walk into the blender ala puree
It is of no consellation
We dropped the crane
Jesus smiled for a second
The three-pronged claws were slick
He fell again
Resting next to a plushie Budha
We tried again
Our hands were bleeding
The rolex caught my eye
I had one quarter of salvation left
I bought a Wal-Mart brand rootbeer
It'll taste good in hell
Bill offered me another soul
I accepted
I used to to play the only game I win
Everytime
I put it in
It gave me 4 pieces of myself
I bought a stick of gum
Budha laughed
The witchdoctor began to hum
3 parts of my second soul
The devil walked up
Said he'd give me $100
He held monopoly money
it was tempting
I sent him packing
The white-washed glassdoor slid open
She greeted another person
Checked there things
Their shirt said slut
My cell phone rang
Satan again
I said not now
3 parts still unspent
A Christian began preaching to the cash register
Jesus joined Budha in laughing
I opted for a sticky ball of goo
It smelled of hell
It glooped like heaven
Nothing but Purg
2 pieces left
The sandy beech of black and yellow
Sun rose, sun fell, sun die
Lucky triple 777's hot damn,
5 quarters
I paid Bill back
He seemed eager to accept
1 part
Younger days of silent
Her hair was reddish blonde
Strawberry I heard it described
I missed her
With my Batman suite I came to her door
She was a fairy
Her sister a witch
Which witch?
The evil witch
Wicked Witch of the West which had a green face
And such deliscious apples
I bet they have grown proper
I have grown quite unright
Jesus shakes his head in disagreement
Budha laughs as Muhamed tries to stab him to no avail
I think I'll keep my quarter
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