Watching the t.v.
Slowly, it crawls through me,
your world it knaws and eats at me
I could lick the wounds, but you'd poison my speech
Aborting my thoughts before they could be born
Your worse than a thorn your an iron spike in my skull
Empty universe, we arn't alone
God's ignorence is sown all over the populance
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