Hello again,
you're stripped naked in his house
and he's not here.
I miss you when you used to think about God
until you might as well have been one
sitting up there on your cloud
deciding the fates of everyone who believed in you- who?
When did you hit the ground?
You floated down like a weak balloon.
It's happy here where everybody touches you
and all you have to think about is the fingers
on your neck.
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