WHO BIT THE APPLE
EVE WAS SWORN TO
AN UNPRECEDENTED LIE
  
WHITE LIKE SNOW
ON WITH THE SHOW

PUBLICLLY HIDDED
UNAMUSED BUT SMITTEN

WHO WAS IT SHE
HAD BITTEN

WAS IT SHE
OR THE LACK OF HE

SHHHHHHHH
MAYBE ITS WE

FATHER SON AND HOLY SPIRIT

JESUS BLED ON THE CLOTH
WHOS DNA
IS
IN
U

NOT
ENOUGH
TO
HANG
MYSELF
WITH
.
.
.
.
.
JUST
ENOUGH
LEFT
FOR
IT
TO
LEAVE
A
BURN
.
.
.
.
.
.
BEFORE
THE
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You cannot serve two masters
but
You can serve yourself

The last of an error
Beginning of the end
Flipped in reverse
Heaven did send

The good in the bad
or
the bad is in the goods

Little Red
rubbed her head
the taming of the shrew

Ridiculed redundantly
remorse not for you

In the mindless of the mindful
wishing wells
pitch pennies and spells

The collective soul of the Ego stoked brain
Pushes forward
then to refrain

All join in there is plenty to be had
Eat upon the Hatter
That woman is Mad

Allowing them to taste take a peek and gander
they see the woman is not to be meandered

Drunk on her lust high on their hate
Chess is for the wicked to manipulate

The King takes a Queen
Jack takes a bow

I see you said night
lets all take a bow

She woke in the throws of the goose down pillow
leaving behind her weeping mind willow
Stretched to beyond and tugs at her day

The wicked will end
Said no one
today

Dahmer in folds of my submissive palate of my mind
My ego fulfills his appetite

Confused by the dynamics of my fleshy body
He feasts upon my thought

Wicked do not rest
they lie in weight

placed upon an innocent willing
my pulsing thoughts
feed his eroticism

this is woman
he take = s a lick
his member rock solid sick

in the land of the dead
a mediums head

channeled and sought
cross us all over
in your bitter thought

release the hold
its to stay untold

Jeffery freed
tasting on me

Ready my words
head  the warning

Serial thoughts
come with warnings!

Really?
how can that be
aren't you anything like me
2  + 2
used to equal four

Crowded
always

Solace
is upon Soul Stash

The equinox
will bring a sly fox

winning is overrated
unless you take 1st

and it was not the laugh
that i did last!