In the audio recording you sent me An hour of touching yourself punishment for misbehavior you giggle and cry at the same time With a trembling whimper
It's too late now, for a confession. We were never so honest, as our *** Violent, passionate suspending reality momentarily
Life's one true sin, objectification. And now, you are a recording.
Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird To Free you from your own fingers
like the cuckoo bird My religion Only gave me one hour To howl, at passing time.