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Vigilance Is Killing Me

Thatís right, rub me up
And down, whore
I want your energy
Transferred into me, and
I want to see you drained,
Spent, in a fetal position on
The floor, as the angels of
Johannesburg gaze down in
Approval, jacking off
Thatís what clouds are,
Big coagulating  
Balls of angel jizz floating
Above us all in
You didnít know that?
Are you still religious?
Itís good to have muscles
I donít knowÖ you mean,
Some chick is gonna fuck
Me and thatís it for the  
Rest of my life?
I still didnít know what
It all meant, I was thinking
About the death part instead
Of what was right in front of me  
That perfect little dove that
Didnít exist and all these
Beasts screaming at  
You because you
Written by Taurek
Published | Edited 21st Jul 2019
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