To uplift the Abyss, a conundrum, because it’s the Bottomless Pit.
To outwit your wit, and to judge the disbeliever.
Havin to God Damn, and my totem ain’t the beaver.
And as a Archdevil, I didn’t have to rely on bein a reaver.
To those that are receptive, to achieve Godhood.
To fake it till you make it, to always say, “I’m good.”
And to those that back track, we say, “You would.”
But to live in the present, you would if you could.
By the time you read the next bar, the sermon went over ur head.
Sleep the cousin of Death as you dream in ur bed.
To incubate the incubus, “That’s what she said.”
And that’s why the dead are always well fed.
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