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 Apr 2019 David Noonan
JaxSpade
I woke up in Generation X
In the flesh of a baby
And this is what they made
In the winter
Of Octobers labor
I traveled through the millennium
A poor figure
Forming saxicolously
On the earths behavior
I'm all ready in enough sin
That I voraciously devour
And my abstruse mind
Adroit yet intertwined
With why me? empowered?
Oxygen? blood of the lamb?
24 hours
Into generation Z
Amorphously they move forward
And I'm trying to survive
The atomic powers
With my nuclear family
While government downwards
I woke up
But now I'm tired
The people have lost their minds
And morals are a thing of the past
There is no more shame
In the way we act
I was born into the aftermath
Of a Gods punishment for a devils path
And in that path was a man and rib
And a proclaimation I was chosen
Not I that chose him
John 15:5 claims I am the limb
And from thy vine
fruit produces in men
I can do nothing
Will all my somethings I sin
I am a withered branch
without the Lord within
Here I am born again
Bearing the fruit
Of the husbandman
 Apr 2019 David Noonan
JaxSpade
You dimmed the lights
As I crawled toward your eyes
I found your lips first
And they sank inside mine
We created a moment
Separated from time

Without any clothes on our minds

As we tangled in bedsheets
In moans and mimes
Our passion plunged deeper
With thrusts and drives

You said come deeper

                            In me
                           Inside

And never let go of my eyes
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