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Sweet Jesus, Crucify Your Heathen Boy

Vibe children, great defeaters of the pestilence
Cruise movers, street sweeping the mundane
Lock into the sound mash, light blitz frenzy
I remember
The Bible talk of the chosen
Bullshit
Sanctify the willing
In the dying rain of unquenched, longing lips, the empty bucket of the deserving
Find me tossing rocks at the abyss
Listening…
For echoes, not answers

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