he vine

rosy today i am sad

because my mom dont believe me

when i tell her she is beautiful

even in black her fascist frees me cause i know thats the last thing

ill ever be

in heaven i would be naked all the time

running arund with my mther throught the grapeyard vines

thru ancient ruins would stand before our feet and bow in their heads

like money falling from an ancient tree the wooden pinnochio buried his gold

to find the fox wasnt lying

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