god must had real good day
when he painted the sky,
question myself the depth of blue,
could i breath in such inside.
evening i saw it red,
wide canopy he bleed,
gravity don't push to thy blue,
ogle is what i do instead,
silver were not the edge
the time couldn't be mine,
he heard was it heals,
**** is what i got for dine.
i saw red cloud, yk, the time of sunset?.. yes.. that time.