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With the
lights off,
I can see God
on my ceiling
hanging in the
corner,
all skin and bones
Broken and bleeding
all
alone
Crank high anorexic whore
of a
God
begging
for
release
immortal looking for
the
egress
End to the reality
He can’t get away from