the Sacrifice



To throw in the towel after the foul ball.

We doin the tee ball, and the Commander Shaw.

What did ye see when you stared at me?

A reflection of urself? Are you kidding me?

I am not of the lame, or a lamb up for slaugther.

And ye full of shit, this is ur usual fodder.

And to worship a toddler? Please wake up.

And for this feeling, you gave ur right nut.

So what is the point, when you missed out?

And you confuse on the meaning of the Top Down.

But to Bottoms Up, but this ain't the bar.

Now you know my faith is to worship the Stars.

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