I was very sad the day I wrote this song. It is about a girl I used to love a lot. I was sad cuz I wondered if she had sex with her boyfriend. I hated sex back then. For a few months. I have good reasons.
Small Impure God
God were you also small?
Like your friend?
Like them all?
Like my friend in that whore's debouch?
Like your idol with her in couch?
Ideal idols were never idle
They copulate out of trust
Rest manipulate out of lust
Orb gets soaked with Bible's waste
As every temple rides a brothel
If I am the wrong one complaining
Then I won't be alone in hell
But if what I breathed wasn't profane
Then you haven't been a sly
Or else you're not my god
And I'll stop asking them why.
Small Impure God
God were you also small?
Like your friend?
Like them all?
Like my friend in that whore's debouch?
Like your idol with her in couch?
Ideal idols were never idle
They copulate out of trust
Rest manipulate out of lust
Orb gets soaked with Bible's waste
As every temple rides a brothel
If I am the wrong one complaining
Then I won't be alone in hell
But if what I breathed wasn't profane
Then you haven't been a sly
Or else you're not my god
And I'll stop asking them why.
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