Seemingly spoken tides...
Reach the lunar eyes
Of moon and sigh...
The blooming plume of mother
To brother... grew inside...
And true devine...
From tomb to rise...
Disease will soon subside...
Or loom a while...
Than shrew and die...
While ruined people collect
Paystubs from bezos...
Its a movement time..
For beauty intervene...
And jovey explains the gay side
Truly from a straight dudes minds...
Brandy and her man candy
Will have it... soon.. and the dog...
Will
ruin mine... soon behind
Is Richard... loose his mind...
But somehow I feel
I'll be two behind...
Pursuing some fresh face
I never knew this time....
To love me... beautifully
Indisputably.. truly
In the gruesome blindness
Of my chewing grind
That I fuel the fire...
And swallow
Impunity as a true devine...