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letra de immaculately warded children - dbuk

i work at the orphanage for immaculately warded children
don’t none of them got good hearts
each morning i p-ss through their doors with hidden hinges
bringing their color to each cheek
with a pinch and a soft smack
they cringe and cower at my approach
some get kind of twitchy
it seems they envy me my good heart

they got rabies and scabies
born towheaded babies
can’t move past the croupe
that set inside of their chest
their constant depressions
cause constant regressions
of their hearts

i feel pity for their lot and i secretly feel better
being generous with them reminds me of my heart

i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart

some say it’s unusual
but none have punished me
by saying it’s cruel

when it gets dark outside i pull the shades down further
they roll their eyes when i say it can get darker
in the dark mid of night, i drive them down to the riverside
tether their straight waists to my b-mper

i push the orphans in, the rapids pinch and smack at them
they scream “this is cruel and unusual”

by front strokes and side strokes
the gasping and [?]
i scream from my truck’s bed
“kids, you must learn to cope in life”
“you must first learn to crawl” ([?])

putting my truck in gear, i pull them from the river
tell them i just want to strengthen their bad hearts

i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart

some say it’s unusual
but none have punished me
by saying it’s cruel

the orphans try to soften me
saying they’re grateful for my generosity
and i see through their plan
they can’t manipulate my heart
you see, before peace breaks out in this world
i turn my truck to point at the river
i set them in the back of my truck
thread the tethers through the side windows
and tie them out on either side of the steering wheel
and i slide my arm through the window
and gear it to low
i step out of the way as they start to roll
i tell them now they’ve got no choice
i give them choice to choose the river or life
with one such as i, with good, good heart

i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart
i’ve got a good heart
i’ve got a good, good heart

good heart

- dbuk

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