Unknowingly she wrote on a train marked for Los Angeles: 13:45 5 of April
god loves the rosy cheeks that met me
god loves that ugliness
yeah, he loves to joke around me
sit, and slap my face.
He also loves me
to the point of giving me everything.
he lives within us
he lives without us
and i wonder why he's everybody.
why the one i kiss
can send me to deepest of hells
why the one in my reflection
well, his name is Zeus and you're just my pawn
we're in Ilium and the best you could be is Achilles
god hates me as well
i know he's plagued me quite a few times
I know of every place, and i know of tornadoes
such a beautiful sight....or so it looks to be
but god is dead....
things haven't changed.
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