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Medicated Words

Drink, more hard, allegedly creative drink!

Christian thoughts say NO

Although my hands are still atheist by nature

So many forms of immortality

They thoughtfully, suggestively call to me

Sculptures, paintings, music not quite suited for me

 When it comes to me, use absurdity

Seek obnoxiously penned verses

Eternity amongst humid pressed stacks of old and new, perhaps

When dead, I make a stubborn corpse

My stoic, fighting arms refuse to lie down in a laughing coffin

Weigh them down with my self-righteous writings

In remembrance of me, color what is left in sanctimonious colors

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