Satan, in this drama, the **** in my underwear as I've been unable to wash my clothes.
God, in this comedy, angels in the form of us homeless youth, blossoming from the ashes of an Empire.
My mother, in this Sci fi, a spaceship on the Mesa of Arizona, to save Planet Earth from your grimy hands.
This vending machine parking lot near-death experience calling out for coffee stained teeth and toothpaste- covered pockets. Anyone in camo pants may agree that surrender is no option in the darkness.
Counter-intel these dispelled image rats anticipating annihilating smells of an **** gone wrong-- ecstasy para- mounting on my wardrobe, ******* **** of a woman in flux, counting on one hand the fists you put inside AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL.
To Pharoah, Ceasar, us peasants belong in trashcan garbage pail toilet ****, maybe that's ok because the rich IN SPIRIT give birth to the KINGDOM, rain slowly washing away Babylon and my cares for the things of this world: I only want you.