Angels turned away their faces.
Demons also disappeared.
Thoughts make me take out my laces
And hang like a wormy pear.
God is deaf and blind as a bat,
Let Ozzy bite his head off.
The happiness that I forgot
Is childhood as light as fluff.
I'm more virgin than Maria
And that's why my tears are blood.
Unlike her bastard, I'm real,
Dead inside and crucified.
Before the abyss swallows me
I would say that I love you,
Who spat in my face and cursed me
For the sea I wept for you...
Blue
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