A Brief Article Regarding Time Loops

As I wash your body, I will fill hell with you
 With your every limb in any consequence
 With your bones attached to my collared shirt
 Impulse items of conquest dives
 Dripping with the matricide of comparable bungee chord static
 (Provider available!)
 Severe my inflatable crucifix
 My favorite necktie
 (Lord, rid me of my word vomit)
 My sourness, my bitter red
 My constant need to feel like I'd be better off dead
 All of this pushes you down in your seat
 This sky writer pattern that you let repeat
 Don't spell it out
 Or speak my name
 To get the desired affect
 Spirit, Ignore
 Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor
 (In your moral panic with a thousand doors)
 (How a cycle treats you)
 Like you're a cold sore
 Pagans mocking
 Biography
 Written with lightning
 (Put it on the tracks, pray the train's your friend)
 Your legs are shaking
 To the unforetold
 Justice is served
 Everyone remembers their first experience with deja-vu
 For her, it was her first grade art teacher saying
 "These shouldn't look like octopuses"
 To the class while they were painting trees
 "You said that in my dream!" she exclaimed
 Believing her experience to be nothing but a subconscious escapade
 She then realized her response was also part of the "dream"
 30 years later, she felt this way 800 times over
 Like she had been here before
 Repeating the same actions day in and day out
 Shatter everything, sever all your ties
 Give the sand a new home inside your cavities
 Obey the homily, jerk off in your car
 Kick up pollen while you drive back to the living quarters
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 Don't spell it out
 Or speak my name
 To get the desired affect
 Spirit, Ignore!
 (Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor)
 In your moral panic with a thousand doors
 How a cycle treats you
 Like a cold sore
 Stand and watch
 This is what you did with the one life you had
 You ruined it
 I want to earn this moment
 I want to work my way back
 I want to start over
 I want to start over
 The angels are all the same
 The owls are not what they seem
 (Start over)