Photons

I'm not a God
I will die with Shi t and butt plugs
And leaking orifices
Like a sunshine fun time grandad
As his heart bursts on the commode.

No idea would die this way.
I'm no God
I masturbate
No God ever played.
Or fell in love
Who would God love to death
The very best
Himself
Maybe God does play

He would be tugging
At the looking glass.

No offence
It's a hall of crazy mirrors ,
And photons
Have no f ucking clue
How to lie .

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Photons