Broken clock

Im a real sick wierdo
I can see it all, plenty clear, though
Precognition
some kind of mission
God, angels, aliens,
Maybe im insane
Whatever the case
We just dont think the same
Provide context?
Thatll be a long stretch
A Freemasonic cult i left and then did drugs
Maybe im just a boy
Who got too many hugs
Tossing and turning
Inside my head is burning
The wheel of time keeps turning
Unending times we’ve sat here. You and I
God is trolling us.
Assuming hes not some type of prison…
Even if i could make it make sense
Who the hell would listen?
a really nice kind of satan
Smoking something to cease the rumination
Id like to pass out, and sleep for all of time
Cant help but feel, all the fault is mine
Broken, not bleeding
Thanks for reading
Yours truly,
This incoherrent abomination

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