the concept of a “Freudian Slip” just doesn’t make any sex to me at all
i knew of the gods that hide in the sky
but i did not know of the god
that hides behind your eyes
i am love with the divine
I’m not a flower
Whos roots remain in soil,
I am strong,
Built for the long run
With arms outstretched
we are born as valid foundations, with a seedling of a blueprint of grand proportions sleeping soundly in our minds.
we live life here...
I can light a cigarette from magma,
And I’m used to being tormented by succubi,
And given time, I can make pain a kinky thing,
I can learn to live in hell.
And I think of prepping myself,
For a life in Inferno’s flames,
For my life has already been a hell,
Why would it simply stop when I die?
I still try my best to be good,
And am treated to a sulfur filled slap,
Despite any behavior I may choose,
I know I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.
So save me a seat Satan,
I’ll join you for poker sooner or later,
Because I pretty much know I’m going to Hell,
So all I can do is try,
And enjoy my ride down.