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[slaughterdchild]

swagger on the moonlit path
drunken lullabies sung sweeetly
the months have passed by without a notice
the air bliss drunkeness has left and gone
your daily good-deeds have been thrown away
spilled down a needy beggers throat
everything that ever mattered
liquered up with a gushy grin
shrug of your shoulders,
your never around
father of mine, why do you do this?
when i see you on that corner,
the priest is praying for your soul
heaven child, he will be in heaven
plastered in alumunum foil,
they take you away, death has come.