Transport me Back to obtuse reality Where I eaten by you Then born again as me A fever dream Wearing imagined seams No convictions or beliefs But I remember everything There's no way we can be late So Mote It Be! So many gods to please No gifts this year Too dry to drink Keeping busy with the silent G No line at the DMV Renting rockets manned by monkeys Quoting Solomon and David, and the Goblin King There's no way they can relate So we wait We can't be late Forever yours, after all.
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