death is for losers,
leaves angels in their dust.
heaven is for morons
cus living is a must.
i found myself a reason
for living and the like:
fill me up with yr narcotics
before my hunger strikes.
swallow up the violet.
chew and swallow chalk.
hear my stomach growl at me;
hear things that cannot talk
wander down the aisles
in search of faith and sin
wonder where madness ends
and the sane begins.
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