I’ve ten feral fingers, I’ve ten feral toes
I’ve dipped them in things with whole body and soul
I’ve questioned intentions, but not of my heart
I always make sure it beats right from the start
I’ve one feral body and one feral mind
that the God I worship gave to me, in kind
I used to pass judgment, I used to forget that what people go through defines them much less
than all of their body’s ten fingers and toes
and all of the feral inside of their souls
they are not what feels right or looks to be real
they’re every emotion they know when to feel
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
I’ve ten feral fingers, I’ve ten feral toes
I’ve dipped them in things with whole body and soul
I’ve questioned intentions, but not of my heart
I always make sure it beats right from the start
I’ve one feral body and one feral mind
that the God I worship gave to me, in kind
I used to pass judgment, I used to forget that what people go through defines them much less
than all of their body’s ten fingers and toes
and all of the feral inside of their souls
they are not what feels right or looks to be real
they’re every emotion they know when to feel
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