The taste of my teeth is repulsive
All my fingers are jammed.
Blood should not be leaking in his head.
That red headed, freckled face kid was only doing the work of his god.
That broken nosed saint laying in his hospital bed.
I wonder if he wonders where his god went.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
The taste of my teeth is repulsive
All my fingers are jammed.
Blood should not be leaking in his head.
That red headed, freckled face kid was only doing the work of his god.
That broken nosed saint laying in his hospital bed.
I wonder if he wonders where his god went.
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