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Gee Off
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The Darkness Must Go Even if i had pictures
And from from i scuplted immaculate figurines
Even if they looked like your flesh, your bones
And real strands of hair hung from their heads
if i doused them in gasoline
then set them on fire, all the time ranting and raving
"Burn you motherfuckers, burn!"
My eyes would be on fire too
Until my pupils smoldered away to grey ashes
And they burned
You'd still be around to smile another day
My pedestal would still be rust and weakness
(dreaming of gold)
drowning out the days in jealousy
