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Old.
Happiness is what we wait for
On surface levels.
Crosses and planes
It’s all for the bible
All for God.
Human mind and human distraction
It’s all for god they’ll say,
Watching the man rot from the inside
The black oil smells like hell.
Seeps from pores
And cracks on ankles
Breaking our backs
For power
And passion
And God.
