Tell Tales
So, I just had a vision
From God no less
I was shown that my
mission
Is to die with the rest
In peace I ask
Why me I wonder
When all that I thought
Tore asunder
Impure thoughts
Which relish existence
Challenge all resistance
Out of belief
Yet
Though good grief
Steered by genes
And thought memes
How could I help myself
To all my dreams
Without feeling guilty
The answer wasn't easy
I'm not off the hook
So I steal away
What everyone took
For, granted
In my mind lie
And in God's eye
While the vision is clear
It is still somewhat
slanted
I must give up the ghost
Where the future is
planted
It is in this context
I must host
The apocalypse
Where we are all toast
With peanut butter
And jelly
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