Gloria in Excelcis

  Liver, suede, foil, rmv.
 Deliver us from evil.
Live, from devil user.
		plod.

Take me to the riverside
Where I can swim and forget
That winter has no trace, yet
Still lies in our breasts.  It lies
Quite still and dead.  Cold ice
And water mix in our heads.
Take me
To a barren desert isle.
Use a pocket knife to let
The winter out of my chest.
Let the snowfall and let death
Take me.
		  lost.

I don't have a hall pass, sir.

I feel ill
I feel ill
I feel ill

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