Let me take my paint brush to a place worth while and recollect all of the memoirs, A body full a decadent bliss is something I look forward to like butterflies in jars, ...Like why you gotta do that to me?, ......I don't bruise easily,
take me away with your skin in heaven where they wash and feed the turkey not feed on it having second thoughts about their recent lives in favor of the Lord saving them from utter peril and stages and phases and escapes of sin, I'd be more than gladly to just look within, pouring passion, into the art work, attention is all that you're worth, ........But why you gotta do that to me?