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Watch as a god steps out from a lodge and spoke,

to provoke, make you devote and listen to each note.

Risen from a pool of shit, cuts on my mothers wrists,

bullying pricks and having to hold up my fists,

from this to earning these keys to the kingdom

that set me free from these once fearsome pricks.

To having sticky's slapped on your back that say "kick this dick"

To getting hit causing broken bones with stones and sticks,

so much for sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words did fucking hurt me, fuck it, they burned me all to early,

To having of been pushed, prodded and beaten for no real reason,

Its got me flicking this switch, now ima take no more of your shit

How about a round house kick to the jaw so your face spins and splits,

and hits the ceiling? I'm going through this list deleting to completion.

It's that's that time of the season where God transforms into a demon,

with horns, here to warn about the oncoming storm of burning warmth.