There's just, some stuff, we can't talk about,

Its just not, allowed,

But for some reason,

I can still write all this stuff,

On the internet, its gross,

Blasphemous, and a little hot,

But its still out there, is it not,

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If I wasn’t allowed, to write this stuff,

God would have guided me, to be a baker,

A chef, or a farmer, a waiter,

No, I would never hand out juice and wafers,

Some of you don't know,

But I'm just the actor, the character,

I don't, have my hands on the controller,

God plans my day, reveals little things,

Throughout the day, I blaze,

Wander the streets, I can't,

Sleep at night,

I’m just, two thumbs,

Writing these poems,

Piecing it together,

From life, my mind, the universe,

The void, the abyss, love,

Magic, all these ideas,

Its just what exists,

I’m not, in charge,

Of what comes out,

Pussy, sex, and tits,

Please let me out,

Shout, I'm in love,

I died, advantage?

Money, cash, a hot priestess,

A stripper pole.