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Worldly

Welcome to my world
This world of people who purposely untie there shoes
To bend over, baring their ass to the world
To get the big commercial fuck just
"one more time"

This is my world
A world of people who cross and bow before Christ
In hopes to ascend to heaven after jacking off to
E! Television and another one of J Lows music videos

This world
Is full of people searching for life riches in Jack's
Bottle, only to find cold porcelain of vomiting death
Shit, and pubic hairs staring them in the face

Yes this is the real world
Real people playing reality roles hoping
For the sweet snatch of fortune to save their
Sorry excuse for their mere shadow of ambition

An adorned world
Rampant with drooling greed for the neighbors
Wife, car, boat, big screen TV, six year old girl
Of whom they don't know the fucking name

Close your doors, lock your windows
The blood of ignorance is coming for you
Let the shadow pass by as in Passover


Then burn your fucking houses to the ground

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