We can climb the tower of babel,or ring a wedding bell.
we can crack the sky,the clouds,of I can lay on my back,
throat scratched from screaming loud.
your back is now my throat. our morals of the same worth.
I pray to fucking god this fuck doesn't progress into a birth.
taste this kiss upon your lips,this was just a dirty tryst,
count the targets, bill the debts.
behead this king,the figurehead.
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