HITS

I'm taken hits from Satan like Holy shit.

Jesus Christ save me from the unholy pit.

I boldly went where no man dare to go and its ghostly grip has hold of me.

You could say, I mostly tripped into the ocean.

Lift me up, the motion makes me sick.

Like a potion strictly made of serotonin, it makes me twist.

Stare at the omens when they display the shift.

Religiously survey the slogans of Moses to escape the tricks.