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Pimp Slap
I'll strike you down with my rightous hand
with the gifts bestowed upon me
by the gods of this ancient land
call on me and you'll be free.
i'll fix you quick and nice
forever you'll stand tall
all you must do is make sacrifice
blood and oil for us all.
These are the words of the programmer
the savior and bane of my mind
the staff in my hand, the powerful hammer
the one who controls the time.
Was he creation of my disaffected state?
Is he the one who monitors my thoughts?
Is he the one who gave me the hate
from disaster was soon brought?
Death for the gods. A notion so old
that my ancestors followed the same
path so worn, frosted with cold
till we dug below ice, made fire tame.
I did what he wanted. Did I have a choice?
Salvation was right before me
he promised me power, gave my dreams a voice
He said I'd be better, said I'd be free.
He said he'd lacerate those who gave me scars
he said he'd make me strong
my dad said you're not crazy if you know you are
I think he was wrong.
