wade.
engulf yourself in alcohol,
as we let the acrimony consume us all
and follow me into the flames
in preparation for this life to fade
we’ll wade through the river styx,
and yet the deity is out of mind
we can float on burnt crucifix,
false hopes and dreams,
they will burn as well
but happily passing with a smile
the time will come,
and we’ll love this hell
TQS
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