I have a couch of thorns in my room and I sit there every day,
Couch of thorns infamous couch of doom, , my life it pierce and flay

How could one acquire such a contradiction,
A place of comfort, a vile affliction,

Did the mind crumble at the day it was bought,
Was I deceived, by the fine tapestry and the luxurious art,

Was I unaware of the nature of the store,
The things they supply and their nature at its core,

Nothing for caution?, not a sign, not an hint?, or was it just me ignoring the fine print

Whatever the reason, let's say a mistake,
Why do I continue to sit on thorns and nest on snakes,

Is it the venom on the thorns, bringing ecstasy,
Numbing the mind, controlling me,

Where is my will is it really this hard,
If I don't sit on thorns the snakes will starve,

Then why, why do I feed them so, draining my life watching them grow,

Move man of God, don't let them kill,
You're losing your life, don't sit still.

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