The savior washed my feet today
and asked the social sway of things
I told him itwouldn't be long before he was murdered
in a box office betrayal
He replied with a shrug and
continued to wash my feet now blackened
with blasphemy
Soldan he asked, are you a narcississt?
I thought about the truth and
told him I was a solipsist
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