Two Thumbed Fist

So what in god's name did it mean and why?*
 That bony old finger pointin' down from the sky at you, all alone!
 Dog made life for you
 Praise this false sense of it all!
 Peter thrice denied
 His life's most prized
 Tax collector
 So breathe a breath worth living
 Squeeze the juices of exhaustion.
 Fire our mouths at the big ass lies in the sky!
 I don't believe them!
 Seven peyote buttons
 Six drinks in on strong rum
 Touch the eyes of the living
 Hump the netherworld hallway
 Tribes of men,
 Stared in to the sky
 God's revenge is one bad story
 Close your watering eyes,
 And drive your car into a tree,
 Fall out of time with me.
 Buried in the hills by the lives we once wished for.
 No man!
 Clench bad hands,
 Making holes in palms
 Shaped like fingernails,
 Made by white knuckles
 The way, the truth, and light is gone
 And the dust you reflected recedes
 Drop me dead and you'll find me there
 Without regret, nor tears, nor guts,
 Just nothing!
 Don't trust! Impulse!
 Fist fuck! And Win!
 No man!
 No man!
 No man!
 No man!
 No man, save none, want none, smear god on their faces
 Save me!
 Damn me!
 Drink me, in the ground, nail my story on their tables!
 No dog!
 No dog!
 No Bog!
 No dog!
 No dog!
 No dog!
 No Bog!
 No dog!
 No dog!
 No dog!
 No Bog!
 No dog!
 No bog!
 Bogdamn god!