a verses

You're guilty whenever you're awake.
; I won't wake up ;
; 'Cause you're already accused and guilty ;
As soon as you open your eyes.
; even though I've broken every vow I've ever taken ;
; it's just a terrible feeling ;
I'll never wake up.
They say that man is a sinner,
Even before he hatched from the egg.
That chicken protein would be guilty too.
Don't argue if he woke up.
I'll eat you potentially sinful egg.

Ouija, again?
First song for Terra?
Well, we know you stole the thought from start to finish.
Ouija, you haven't even bothered to think about it.
It's an interesting thought.
Just a verse?
Of course it is.

Now my verse is like this.

Those savvy rednecks
; quickly realized that only by taking a job with an El Patron ;
would fulfill their dreams.
; And now mansions all over the world, huge cars ;
Caring mattresses with a brood of kids. Cash in their suitcases and
Condomaximum behind the barrier,
What'll you do, suckers?
His gestures have lost their fidgetiness - he's the master of his life.
And this is something he couldn't even dream of
he couldn't even grow anything in his vegetable garden.
Do you think he'll pray to the El Patron fir tree now?
They'd kill anyone for him.
One died the other day choking on a piece of meat.
There is a God after all.
He is.

That it's not poetry at all?
I can sing it.
Actually, Ouija, I don't have time to write a verse right now.
Yes, I saw the news. It poisoned my sleep.
We hope, but there's a possibility that those we hope for will be weak, stupid and dodgy,
But they'll be enough to blame you, Ouija.
You're guilty when you wake up.
I was not the one who said that.