i was young
so i prayed to the gods
give me this
give me that
flip a coin
1/2 the time
the answer was yes
1/2 was no
I sacrificed
entrails
I killed for god and country
felt good about myself
and left cookies out
for my super santa claus
then I grew up
set aside
'childish cups
now what I want
I go get myself
I don't cry or whine
if I don't
then its mine
chuckle
chuckle
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