He left his tax statements in the hatred of yesterday's wrong that never came with fruition cause the mission was successful cause he listened to the downfall of a body cause he finally had enough of no body
An ego that wanted to see somebody
And got to join together on 7 Sundays of the week all the needs In the game gambled with a rainbow hurricane scrambled through space time scattered in whoevers life finding destiny in dense hearts testing a skeleton key of the soul that
Paid the fee of every other side of joy and suffering. Found harmony on earth With everybody.
When eternal life in nobody became noticed by whatever comes lovely for a mind to rationally paint a picture with a kisser of her honey of his honey of their honey f*ck around like we ain't boning f*ck around like were never boring wedding rings like we still holding on to long suffering
To see the devil leave the party shit now were back to Monday but the week goes by like a pendulum on a swing swinging with swingers until matrimony tells you what your body can do for the love that made you for the love that's always known you for the love that will become you.
But when she prays on her knees
Everyone will know how to breathe
When she prays on her knees
It will be ok to sleep in the same dream
Where we wont need to love our selves anymore
Where we wont need to love our selves anymore
Where we wont need to love our selves anymore
Unless you got to go
Tell where home is