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It Comes - - - (Revised)
It Comes
It comes from any direction
It can come from every direction
It can be one thing or many things
It is so hard to protect ones self
It comes even if you no Kung Fu
It can come, when you are asleep
It can wake you, without an alarm
It can come when you are wide awake
It comes, regardless of your eyesight
It could be short, long-sighted, even 20/20 vision
It is very much like "The Spanish Inquisition."
It is no one who expects "The Spanish Inquisition."
It'll methodically mauls your motivation
It will mentally mangle your mojo
It gets your "Get up and go." to be gone
It short stumps your stimulus
It drunk drives your driving force
It pumps and pushes out your purpose
It intervenes and infects your impetus
It eliminates every enthusiasm
It dents, delicate determination
It makes you lazy and lack luster
It can clatter and cock-up your courage
It can gargle and glob, gob out, your gallantry
It can hump and hack your heroism
It can greatly grate and garrotte your guts
It can pause and push out your pluck
It can destroy and deter your daring
It can violate and vex your valour
It can beat down and burst your balls
It can cleverly create cowardice
It comes like a snipers bullet
It comes like a blindsided car smash
It comes like Robin Hoods arrow
It explodes like a grenade in your pants
It is a mosquitoes bite
It's an incontinent urination
It's a fart you can keep in
It's a lightning strike
It's a charging rhinoceros
It's the matadors cape that won't work
It's your punch in the stomach
It's your kick in the face
It's from courtesy and constant
It's the stream of never-ending bad news
It's what I call "Cuntage"
It's two steps forward
It's four steps back
It makes you lose all hope
It makes you desire the rope
It tempts you to your hole in the ground
It causes faith lost, that cannot be found
It's like how many times do I need
It's how many times do I have to get up
It's how many times do I need come back
It's how many times do I need to rise and grind
It's the game that is rigged
It's God that's the dealer
It's a such a good question: Why such a shitty hand?
It comes from any direction
It can come from every direction
It can be one thing or many things
It is so hard to protect ones self
It comes even if you no Kung Fu
It can come, when you are asleep
It can wake you, without an alarm
It can come when you are wide awake
It comes, regardless of your eyesight
It could be short, long-sighted, even 20/20 vision
It is very much like "The Spanish Inquisition."
It is no one who expects "The Spanish Inquisition."
It'll methodically mauls your motivation
It will mentally mangle your mojo
It gets your "Get up and go." to be gone
It short stumps your stimulus
It drunk drives your driving force
It pumps and pushes out your purpose
It intervenes and infects your impetus
It eliminates every enthusiasm
It dents, delicate determination
It makes you lazy and lack luster
It can clatter and cock-up your courage
It can gargle and glob, gob out, your gallantry
It can hump and hack your heroism
It can greatly grate and garrotte your guts
It can pause and push out your pluck
It can destroy and deter your daring
It can violate and vex your valour
It can beat down and burst your balls
It can cleverly create cowardice
It comes like a snipers bullet
It comes like a blindsided car smash
It comes like Robin Hoods arrow
It explodes like a grenade in your pants
It is a mosquitoes bite
It's an incontinent urination
It's a fart you can keep in
It's a lightning strike
It's a charging rhinoceros
It's the matadors cape that won't work
It's your punch in the stomach
It's your kick in the face
It's from courtesy and constant
It's the stream of never-ending bad news
It's what I call "Cuntage"
It's two steps forward
It's four steps back
It makes you lose all hope
It makes you desire the rope
It tempts you to your hole in the ground
It causes faith lost, that cannot be found
It's like how many times do I need
It's how many times do I have to get up
It's how many times do I need come back
It's how many times do I need to rise and grind
It's the game that is rigged
It's God that's the dealer
It's a such a good question: Why such a shitty hand?
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