i've focused my eyes
on false gods
my brain knows this
and shrinks
in shame
i tried once to
embrace so much
goodness
i am drunk and tipsy
and i do not want
hands to
help me
it is an insult
because i can
always find my way
back home
nobody wants false gods
but in this war
they are the only ones
who can help
infidelity is wrong
but it
will take me there
with you
My Fortress
soon
I shall shed off all these
ruinous skins
When you come
by then
I shall be ready
Smooth, Perfumed,
Deserving and
Dignified
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