DOGSHIT

We sat in church and set the pews on fire. Why? It was hilarious to watch the chapel burning as if it yearned for something beyond the earth's distress, inspire. This may sound sacrilegious, fictitious, and vicious but don't worry because it is your god's desire. He wants you to burn, burn, burn, into eternity, oh contemptuous liar. What's the point of living in judgement when you're already judged? What's the point of a jury when we've already been hung? What's the point of oxygen if we run out of it in lung? And what's the point of the options I've listed above?

Honestly; Nothing, you're about as quiet as a dove that decided to explode to show you what he was made of. These lyrics fucking suck, most of the poetry I write, ends in disgust and in the end it makes me distrust my own emotional barriers that I've built up, enough is enough. It's time to back up to where it all started with a hand in my gun, loaded with 6 fingers and a rusty old tongue. I stut-stut-stuttered where the fuck did you come from?