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The World Is My Toliet
Note-I wrote this one this morning and was so creeped out. I truely feel I was in the grip of some unearthy spirit at the time.
First, the Lord's Prayer then the demon's rewrite
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadth me beside the still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
For his name's sake
Yea, through I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
For thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of mine enemies
Thou annointest my head with oil
My cup runnth over
Now for the demon's rewrite!
The world is my toliet
I shall take a dump on it
Wherever, whenever I want
For too long I have layth down
While others walked upon me
Crushing me beneath their greedy green pastures
For too long I have been forced
To drown my dreams
In these nasty bowl waters
The world is my toliet
It has flushed long since
The last good remains of my soul
It has buried me beneath
Other's paths of cruel and false rightousness
And smeared my good name
With the taint of lies and slander so fake
Yea, through I've since moved on
Lost my life
Still in the valley of the shadow of death
I shall wait
Your ulimate fear
The worse of man's evil
For thou shall and will indeed be very very afraid of me
Yea, for my rod and my staff will be painful discomfort
For every still festering wound
I shall repay thee
Thy wrong done to me
The world is my toliet
Go now and prepare for me
A feast of vengence upon my enemies
Annoit their heads with a burning, acid oil
For their bitter, lazy, useless toil
Let their blood runnth over
Surely no goodness and no mercy
Will come from me
As my spector haunts you all
All the days of your miserable, stinking lives
In your dreams and in your houses
May my angry spirt dwell trapped forever
2013 Ramona Thompson
