He sweats in Nephilim
and has nightmares of little men named Dave
Life is the giant slayer
of the thirteen year old boy afraid to shower at the school gym
But that was long ago over many potholed highways of chance and circumstance
Today's pockets have fishhook's sewn in the threads , borne bare from reaching for too much and beyond
Delete my words of care and condemn them to your black hole of desperation
Eternal bound frauds cut the bubble wrapped dragons of division and petrify their legacy in granite monuments on lawns that never raised a leaf to this life
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
He sweats in Nephilim
and has nightmares of little men named Dave
Life is the giant slayer
of the thirteen year old boy afraid to shower at the school gym
But that was long ago over many potholed highways of chance and circumstance
Today's pockets have fishhook's sewn in the threads , borne bare from reaching for too much and beyond
Delete my words of care and condemn them to your black hole of desperation
Eternal bound frauds cut the bubble wrapped dragons of division and petrify their legacy in granite monuments on lawns that never raised a leaf to this life
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