Lock picked by a service sick
Got rich off a bitcoin blitz
But I found the lord in a group chat
I placed my cellphone on a burning stove
And I let my eyes bleed white and gold
And I read your messages composed from your soul
And I forgave every criminal
I said Alexa, can you tell me a list of all American atrocities?
I said Alexa, can you tell me, am I gonna die on my bleeding knees?
Cock, spark and the drug takes in
Form slim off a hunger binge
But I found the lord in a group chat
I watched my mother pour cranberry juice
And my phone lit up with the voice of you
And I read your messages as I drank my soup
And from the screen there came beatitudes
Blessed are the stupid
Blessed are the dead
Blessed are the hypnotized
Blessed are the turbid
Blessed are the meds
Blessed are the mesmerized
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