The only reason I am the way I am,

Is because I hate conflict, and I hate work,

I hate problems, coming up with solutions,

Its exhausting, I'm lazy, its why I write poetry,

I just follow the flow,

But unfortunately, I am but a man,

And there's so many things that are greater than me,

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God, love, Mary, my baby,

Brotherhood, the importance of community,

The children, and all the wonderful things they want to see,

Sin, forbidden fruit, so fucking tasty,

Heaven, hell, the abyss,

The stairway to your next life,

The fall from a mountain,

A cherry popping,

There are many things,

That I would undoubtedly,

Raise my sword for, shed blood for,

God knows this, before anything even happens,

He puts you where you fit,

Like a broken record player,

Unable to do anything else,

But be himself,

If I could choose, I would just die,

But god, holding the fruit before my eyes,

Commenting, look at this idiot,

See how he jumps, how high,

Like skipping rope, me fucking this little girl,

I was built to do,

Anything he tells me to.