More random shit.

No idea. I’m going to number these to separate them, but they’re just on the page separated by some blank space.


Here I am,
Sitting in this place,
And just because I want so,
To kill you,
You want to take an axe,
And rip my heart,
From my body,
Do you see,
Because you can’t know all,
That’s like God.


(The book of life is like air to all,)


God is my fruit bat,
I live to get my blood spattered,
Over little pieces of God,
And we are all unknowing people.

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