Repitition

Objects are fictitious Vicious thoughts until submission Fall asleep without a vision Vivid dreams no competition Plenty bodily secretions Skin to skin and now i'm living Never felt so close to being Sinful flesh the love is fleeing Gaseous stars that die from fission There's no end and no beginning Human on this earth like lesions We're a plague and that's our mission Mutilation circumcision Have no ethics no religion In his image God envisioned From his kingdom were forbidden "When we're dead, there could be nothing at all forever. As if that was something to worry about. Before you were born there was the same nothing at all forever, and yet you happened. And if you happened once, you can happen again. Though, I reason that if I go back when I'm dead, to the state I was before I was born, couldn't I happen again?"