My pride and Bride and Groom

To assume false equivalencies a plenty since infancy

And these entities we see she receive, believed to be a grief of belief

Childhood thievery by deceased priests of the Greeks and secret sororities

Appeal to authority

They fraternize accordingly, with the poorly, and I’ve been horribly broke my whole slippery slope

And all roads closed on the bandwagon

If you can imagine, no hope, so go slow

You’re old enough to take in hasty generalizations and know there’s no escape when debasement couples complacent

There’s no hymn to save him

Observational Masons in baking aprons can’t say shit

They name him, Satan

The sacred Anti in antebellum

A Yaqui in a cappella

The talk of Hell, huh?

The rock of Gibraltar

Between a hard spot and the altar

I’m the ultimatum of the Alpha-Beta

Toothtaker

No equivocator though originator

Pain in labor

Not your neighbor, player

Never thought he was your Lord and savior

They say “Save her, save her, save her, save her”

Save her; savor, savor, savor the day, for the ignoramor

Therefore it must be true

Who are you to say?

The straw man is made of hay

You a major gay, later day saint

Fade away, stay a ways away

Replace destiny with effigy and never take fate to be agency

This ain’t a “wait and see”

Basically, no true Scotsman, never thought that soft sand is an answer to land off grid

God forbid you live in the unforgivable

My Faith invisible

I don’t deliver hope

I gamble on river boats and throw “red herring” shaped soaps to dopes soaked in tradition

Correlate vindication, causal vision

I saw a prison, it’s all a prism in pessimism

Don’t fall a victim

Call the difference what it is and isn’t

The system doesn’t work for us

It only hurts our trust

It’s really worth a lust

It’s really worth a Luss

It’s really worthless

It’s really worth a lush

It’s really worthless

This is all really worthless