I've been nursing a beer,
and longing to feel different,
than I am ─ indescribably other ─
knowing full well: drunk ain't what I'm after.
Contemplating the highs I've known,
and longing for a sympathetic ear,
or the simpatico warmth of breasts,
upon which my head could rest.
This song's too slow, it's making me itch ─
I don't if it was the haircut,
or the change in weather,
that landed me in this existential ditch.
I have found what few other human mortals on this playing field have yet to discover: a Way Home, past this violence and materialism that has so engulfed, so enveloped our populace on this journey to our demise; because you’re ignorant on how to rise above the whorizontal world and one-outta-one shall croak sometime, somewhere soon, God has set-up this magnificent feature on the Way either Upstairs or downtown: the Warning. Everyone (me, too) living on this planet will see and feel the Warning lasting about 20ish minutes, showing U.S. a gorgeous picture of Heaven, Purgatory (depending whether our sins demand a greater punishment before being allowed into the Great Beyond), and dagnasty Hell. Remember, God doesn’t condemn; we condemn ourselves by our sinful lifestyles of unbelief. The Warning’s just a wake-up call. Don’t believe me? Guhroovy. You will soon. God bless you with discernment: atheism is cool, isn't it, till you croak...
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