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I can be anywhere I want to be, and this is the place I choose to stand.
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Paul! Lang
The Wooden Box
Yesterday I broke God under the weight of my expectations
Took your left hand in my left hand, through the door and through the stratospherebut not to my secret hoard of treasures, dearest bloodsucker
space and time are illusion, but I know you can't see that, weighed down as you are under pounds and pounds of sacred soil filled with the bones and nutrients of crazed Romanian tyrants
the past is always with you, but it hasn't been able to catch me yet, no one has
And you're massacred, everyday reborntorn
Kid, bring your body six feet closerMake things six feet dirtierYou're invited, always invitedIf you can keep up
Because time and space are like clay to me, existence is a game, and the ashes have their own eyes.
I didn't build this wooden box, five by three feet but I'll sleep in it, where you are and sleep until it rots away
Today God broke me with a clear expression of apathy