my gang had worshiped the false idol spirit nymph papaper sominiferum also known as the opium wile on the psyhical plane didn't even know they had died in vain holding spoons out like aggressive pandhandlers still trying to get get high beyond grave i to had pray to the dark lord in the underworld of crime and pain when i said a quick prayer of the vain slayer yes hallow be thy vain ooh lookie theres shallow one by my trachia life flashed before site like they say but mine wS my life blood splashed before pinned eyes blood stained cuz me and the ghost of sickness past took a fix down memory vain addiction memories orchestrating sensory pain cuz everything i alwYs wanted was rite hre in my arms but i couldn't find a vain so i poked my throat full of holes until overdosed shit call the holy ghost cuz now im a wraith continplating how my consciousness survived the grave a materialist who only believed in what could be waighed pondering the flawed physical reality of a biological vehicle runnin on fuel rejection the heart is the seat of soul cuz that injection in my throat ejected me from my host fatal fellony cardiac arrest no cpr skeleton key vain wreeck end of road. i dont remember agreeing to this role so how can i be sent to hell or held responsible when the operator was a lost soul i said fuck the world with a libido of meth goofballshot sautaying brain cells like pop rocks oxygen hypoxia ritual ego death for needle fed evil dead defibralated cuz when death reveals her nature fear no longer exists i survived that 40 year itch with marylyn yeh life was a bitch so i cheated on her with heroin now death is my mistress they say gawd comes to the hungry in the form of food dog but there's no food for thought in a spoon of hop and all i cultivated was poppi crops in my viy of consciousness the luminous dust in my darkend firld of vision fractled into geometric prisms were i was no longer in control like prison then i felt bad for trying to alter what was givin i should of been greatfull for simply livin so without as within this gift of wisdom then i woke upin the bathroom with a spoon and syringe blue with cold lipsin piss wondering if it was a dream or a visit to the abysss