God knows your dirty deeds
What it does and who it feeds
Where it goes and what it does
Push away the mongrel buzz
God knows your filthy mind
Who knows what they'd find
Conjures hate and ill health
Mask my hands with tapered stealth
God knows what only God knows
What is unseen and where it goes
June is my summers Mother
Twisted rope, bound to smother
God knows what I have done
Traded hope for trickling fun
Loaded die, a strange inquest
Fond of youth and what we ingest.
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