The Book

My book of Mormons, my book of lies,
I hear a sigh and close my eyes.
Beneath the depths and the despairs,
Am I alone, without my airs?
And if I try, with no success,
I fail to pray for my God’s bless.
And if the nothings hunt me down,
I stand here laying without crown.

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