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A hundred days had passed since the Vorlecks came
Searching through the ruins for our memories
I found a man who always preached, while dressed in white
Caring for this lovely thing: his “Southern pride”
What he had to say, “Mammoth Cave’s the way”
Hearing voices echoing through my brain
Packed myself a bag; to the caves I went
Searching through the ruins oh fuck I tripped and I fell down deep inside
No one’s found a way inside
I remember as he warned, the story of my life.
Feeling all alone inside
I remember as I looked up at Mitch McConnell’s eyes
Days n’ days had passed, since the rabbit cave
Searching through these ruins for my memory
I found a map that marks a star, a way outside
Teaching lessons on the way about Southern Pride
Billy Yank’s Respite, Johnny Reb’s reply
Through the trenches of northern aggression, I fiercely climb
I get to the end, an area of webs.
Searching through this place I think I’m going to fall down deep inside
No one found a way inside
I remember as he whispered “story of my life”
Wrapped within his webs, so fine
I remember as he kissed me while deeply in my eyes
Yes to them, and to me we’re a different kind
Motherfuckers of the same mind; unblind
Cannot believe his indifference to his kindness
End the ignorance of the addled self to bliss
Try this, he was making me dream again; find this, once heartless I feel again | His
Beautiful carapace, 8-legs of youth—he made sure I lived in God’s truth.
“I Hate You!” I screamed into his face
As he lifted the blinders and I could see from the end of our long embrace | He was
Trying to make way for me, prying to make haste for the
Transformation of lives to be, insatiable love for the future of humanity
With one of his legs, he freed my hand
And produced a ring with a diamond so grand
Your climbing skills are not matched by any
Here’s 10,000 gold, will you be my wifey Jenny?
I spilled my Big Gulp on my fucking keyboard!
I tried to respond, but the letters were jumbled
I watched helplessly as my chances descended
I won’t ever be with him because my Runescape session ended…
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