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So you stood there
With a face that should have cared
And with your hands up in the air
You could of named a time and where
Something beneficial to yourself
But you pulled your own worthlessness off the shelf
Compared your life against my hell
That is contradicted by your own wealth
And such a sweet answer
Is brought to life by all your banter
Your babbling supported by the fainter
Of hearts praying for the saints of
All the men
Who care to pour their heart out to a ghost
Who feel their imaginary friends know the most
About a life so unordinary and gross
To all who feel must be proposed
By some gentlemen who insist
On such a quaint attitude on existence
As if to him it ever made sense
