A sliver of hope, the giver of soft dreams
deliver us from evil, eh man?
for there but for the grace of god go you
and what would you do,
what torment would you endure
to live a life chaste and pure?
So easy for others to say,
so hard for them to see it your way
when you yourself don't understand
what has held you so long in its sway,
what spell commanded
Just how does one get out of this chicken outfit
you must first understand the bare bones of it
peel back the onion skin and don't mind the smell,
the fecund aroma of a life rotting away...
11-03-11
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