Wondering
Sometimes I just look at people and wonder who the fuck would create us,
Can't tell if he loves or he hates us,
But from what I've seen as of late
I think it's safe to assume
That he was drunk when he made us,
Then as I wonder I wonder what he thinks
And if the blood of his son is red
Are his tears made of clear wine?
And then I wonder what he drinks
As I wonder if we're why
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