Goodbye to rest-ful
of a night' sleep,
& that I need it,
A conscious is what I need.

Take that part of  ****** limbs
with the blade that's Serrated
my thoughts remember serenaded
forged in ****** Mary's salvation
and the guilt of  flocks of sins.

Goodbye to trust,
grainy over tasty white,
sins of the lust
and fills me no blight,
erase that part of me,
that sickly of a demise,
fills up me with Burdon,
sick of being un-deserving
but the waves  washing bringing....

I wish to kiss the forehead
of the saintly Jesus,
but I'll never be worthy
of the one so holy.

Goodbye to this waste,
a bitter tombstone taste
saving are the bottles
which we trap the insects,
and lets roll over the pins,
Its easy to judge the monomict,
a rock that never has a cause
but I'm so sick to my guts,
of denying all the facts,
what matters a true monument
ignore all  talented  scientists
but which a son God did once bring.