Sinners man, we're desperate, we're tired of these chains, we want to be free, sure, we love it when we feast, but damn, forgiveness from our father, we can’t even burn if we want to, only through grace, do good, and feel the flame, man, my prison, maybe it’s the only place I'm content, satisfied, I don’t want to run rampant, I mean, I'm drenched in blood, so dirty, and nasty, my flesh rotting, but why would I want to add to it, why would I want to be a mountain, to be free, as light as a feather, like the birds and the bees, my burden is so heavy, will someone lighten the load, bend me over, and take me home, just kidding homie, I’m perfectly satisfied here, suffering, for eternity, only the poor, can experience it, the grace of the heavens, when you have nothing, but at least you have delusions, I’m on top of the world, nothing can hurt me, I can be, anything I want to be, please, I’m begging the witches, it’s the snow moon, someone cast a spell on me, so desperate, worms are so tasty, just a cock, and a flock of hens, heaven, only the earnest can find it, maybe, I’d rather do battle, with ten thousand men, eleven, ten, old enough, so fucking gross to me, but this is hell, everyone’s a demon, feeding on something disgusting, at least we have community, we can share in this suffering, pass it forward, the blame, hot potato, what are you talking about, I’m an upstanding citizen, and a Christian, and you know what, he really did burn under the sunlight.

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