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Why prosecute the sinners

When the sin,

Is human nature?

Why search for genius,

When the genius

Is only imagination?

And the good looking

Are only fuckable

When souls have been stomped out.

And the souls scream and beg,

They really are real!

And the little boy grasps them,

With wet eyes,

And the wind rustles the leaves,

And the mentality is a superstitious one,

Not superstitious by nature,

Just for the sake of survival.

And the cats meow their meows for milk,

And we love them back!

The woman performs her acts of love,

And the we hand her her check!

The whores pronounce suicide evil,

Because a dead man cant write checks,

And that is not very comforting,

Though the whores are not very compelling,

Except for the whores we call family,

Euphemisms like mother and brother

Because ‘bitch’ is not very godly,

But the very godly,

Are very much so rocks,

And they don’t care so for their shadows,

The ones we worship.