Maybe, the goal should be, to move lower on the matrix,

How great is my dog’s life, eating, treats, little pets,

His soft, soft fur, his pride, head raised to the sky,

This house is his territory, he rules this place,

I'm serious man, how many of us, want to be the dirt you step on, sweet Elizabeth Olsen,

Lick your feet, too scared, to raise our head,

Serve the queen, till my dying breath,

How many of us, would be a knight in shining armor,

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Doomed to go to war, eternity after eternity,

Just for one day, to be asked the question,

Hello, young squire, the princess, requires someone to be her footstool,

You look like just the right sort of fool,

How far would you fall for a chance to fuck your daughter,

I don’t know, maybe its against nature,

To dig up a grave, just to put your dick inside of something,

But I’m just saying, there’s a place for blasphemy, all sorts of evil,

It may not be right, it might not make you feel high,

But god, looking down from above, considering each eternity,

Nods his head, says alright homie,

I mean its gross to me,

But you know what, it would be sort of funny,

Sure I’m dirt, but its my saving grace,

That I respect the beauty of this place,

As I cum on this little girl’s face,

Maybe racism is correct,

Maybe its okay to love your cousin,

To fuck your cat, have your puppy eat your pussy,

Maybe there is god in dog shit,

So fucking gross, a wet sloppy fuck,

My dick is small, but you know what, it still fits.