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So you stood there

With a face that should have cared

And with your hands up in the air

You could of named a time and where

Something beneficial to yourself

But you pulled your own worthlessness off the shelf

Compared your life against my hell

That is contradicted by your own wealth

And such a sweet answer 

Is brought to life by all your banter

Your babbling supported by the fainter

Of hearts praying for the saints of

All the men

Who care to pour their heart out to a ghost

Who feel their imaginary friends know the most

About a life so unordinary and gross

To all who feel must be proposed

By some gentlemen who insist 

On such a quaint attitude on existence

As if to him it ever made sense


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