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Vicious Thief

Vicious Thief

Baritone whispers of wicked speech, seeps into the souls of the meek, inheriting an infected Earth, slowly approaching I saw a shadow of his feet, for the sun fell in the ocean -n- went to sleep, the stars aggressively surrounded Mars -n- absorbed its heat, while the coyotes howl -n- the owls screeched, for hate killed love, leaving it resting -n- defeat, why do lions gorge when they eat, souls glow -n- flow, with a pen -n- pad, jotting down what Satan can only teach, I’m in love with Mother Teresa’s gorgeous niece, the sun awoke and arose, now we pray to the East, signs of the last days, sitting in church in reclining seats,Β  listening to the Pastor preach, selling God’s word, of sin he reeks, these are the last days, beware of that bloody beast, America can’t control me, 4 I broke her leash, 4 I’m not a slave anymore, for I broke my lease, released to peace in another world, for this world sold its soul for cheap, I’m sober what a relief, no more being drugged by religion, no more baritone whispers of wicked speech, for thy soul arrested Satan, for he’s a vicious thief.

Seconds later hate vanished

Now love can live complete

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