I met a girl one night
While out drinking
She was so beautiful that it made me hate god
She walked upon thick and sturdy stems
Not like that of orchids
Thin and spindly
Holding its beauty ashamed and bowed
Instead this beauty rides like a rose apon thick and throned trouble
Carrying her beautiful blossom well above this lowly souls reach.

And so I hate him

It made want to kill his only born son
Nail him up to a blank of wood
and hang him out to die
I wanted to blame him.
Blame him for making me
For making her
Blame him for bringing her here
Putting her in front of me
To see but never touch
And so I wanted to teach him a lesson
Take something away
And show him
You can’t always have what you want


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