Dead and alive I see needle marks my arms how can this even be? I always want charms needles point's womb I die and live again like Christ in a tomb one more shot of sin.
We mean each and every word understood. Fill in empty blanks with what should. Wild minds on fire and doused with wine our thoughts are sincere almost divine.
Societies' fabric would never hold if no little white lies could be told. Does this naked look good on me if I climb trees in a nudest colony even though I just turned 70 perched hung in an apple tree.
Hey die on the cross Jesus did you think to please us? Being nailed to heavy wood, were you just misunderstood? Bring us to the eternal light of the darkness of our night.
My mother's father Grampa was a fallen woman's champ. Amusing drunk wicked smile he had his fancy bow tie style. French and sniffing all about sows seeds of grandson doubt? Truth with age revealed a fact. He was just a cheap carnival act.