A seriously integral maladaptive Miasma (a sweating corpse)

"Little time left to leave

Still waters shallow but haunted

Eyes of variation

Iconoclast of the bereaved." BCCJ

The funeral was lightened

By long looks in the coffin

At the sweating corpse

And the saddened reports

that indeed this man had sprung a leak;

still on bended knee

or  sidillin' up just

to see

to believe

That maybe this man had come back to tell everyone

under the sun,

that they were right

and heaven was fun.

But as he sat up

and begun to espouse 

the notion that man was divine

and we'd been wrong all the time...

Well someone shot him right in the face

and killed him again.

Snarlin, "that mans a liar, has always been."

So we went Applebees where 

kids can eat free.

And toasted to relief from our sin,

again and again and again

Ate some pellets of mescaline

Told our wives they were thin

Dropped our kids off at the Pen

Dirty bomb we pulled the pin

Then he dosed me after I dosed him.

Were divine, we heard somewhere,

we know that we'll come back again.