May 22, 2016

Toes warming up
You are waking up to
The fact that your house
Is on fire

No escape
Your eyes awake to
See flames covering the door
The only way out of the
Master bedroom

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Skip Scene
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You open your eyes
Jesus Christ!

Is before you a Man
Like no other!!

Glowing White

White robes
White skin
White teeth

He smiles
Like he
Has been
Waiting
For
Forever

Just For You

You think you must be in shock

But if you were in shock...
Why am I moving?
Is this a
Dream?

I pinch
Myself

But he's still
There smiling at me
Ouch I think

I notice that I am swaying
Back and forth
Back
Forth
Back
And then it
Changes into a four step 1,2,3,4

1,2,3,4
1,
2,
3,
4
1,2,3,4

Am I cha-cha-ing
Right now?
Jesus Christ!!

Is watching me!
So I make sure to put on
A good show

Fortnite dances
Come to mind
I floss

Floss like no one is watching
Jesus is watching
But I dance like there is no one

Breaking down now
I get on my knees

My stomach
I lay
Prostrate
On the
Ground now

I wriggle
Like a worm
A worm like no other

Now
Spinning
Now

I don't remember
Dancing
Like this before

When
I was alive...

I must
Be
Dead

Now

Only an angel could
Dance the way
I twerked
Then
A bit
For Jesus
Not too much
We don't want him to

Get any wrong impressions
About who we are
Or who we were
We don't give
Our-self
Away

Not for free
Anymore
No free
Lunches
Or free dances

The only thing
Free is salvation
I guess cause I thought
I was going to Hell
Before

I start to shimmy now
Shaking our money
Makers
Like an
Anaconda we got
Back and we know it

We give Him
Everything

All That We Have

Then...

We turn away...

Facing the stairway downwards
We take two steps down
Towards Hell

We don't want to worry Jesus
But we do really
Like to make men sweat

Just
A little bit

And then we bend like
We dropped a
Coin
Pick
That up I'm
Wearing a robe too now!

Feels like a dress I let my
Legs show for Jesus
Ankles to the knees I show

Skin
White
Skin

These robes are nice
But I know my Jesus likes
My skin and bones
More than any old rags

Here it comes
I feel myself
Backing up

Beep
Beep
Beep

Oh no! This is no dream
This is a real
Nightmare

I back up and back
Up until I'm
Grinding
On Jesus or
He's grinding on me

Facing hell I don't
Even know His reaction
Is anymore?

Wait what has His
Reaction been this whole time?

And he wanted to join,
"the living poets society,"
because it was a club I was in,
and he wanted to hear my poems at my own will,
and write some of his own,
And he wanted to do it,
so he could get close to me,

*But isn't that one thing they argued about,
in the movie?