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For the world,
Dead languages spring forth,
From living words,
Depictions of the sights of Christ,
Never rang so clear or verbose,

So hold to the rails,
As your heart and lungs fail u,
And blood pressure rises,
So much more than vice-grips allow,
Blood will burst forth,
And freeze with an ego,
That splinters into pieces or pride and prejudiced fear.

Faith in turn,
Dead memories break free,
Through broken words,
Intentions of the selfish man,
Seem to ensnare his own hands,

So hold to the rails,
As your heart and lungs fail u,
And blood pressure rises,
So much more than vice-grips allow,
Blood will burst forth,
And freeze with an ego,
That splinters into pieces or pride and prejudiced fear.

Love and hate,
I know not what I've done,
A cancer dwells within my ecstasy,
My God, My God,
Why have you forsaken me,
No sweeter psalm could linger on my lips,
On my tongue.

So hold to the rails,
As your heart and lungs fail u,
And blood pressure rises,
So much more than vice-grips allow,
Blood will burst forth,
And freeze with an ego,
That splinters into pieces or pride and prejudiced fear.


Tell me what u think about it. what do u think it means.
This is Bob. Bob likes sharp things. Bob likes you. I suggest you run from Bob.

I wish my grass was Emo so it would cut itself.