04-18-2016, 08:11 AM
This way to the drowning
The stool is not made of balsa
and the devil speaks to God
with water in his lungs.
We hear the words fear wrote
wrapped around a shadowed
mind that feeds inside the carcass
of the frail and all bullied believers.
So cross the road and to your chest
kiss Christ and pray the beasts
will rest. The night will come
as day is gone to thread its needle
with dreams undone, we have our proof
of carried marks and numbers
painted black of art or those who take
a path so weak,
we sit them in the 13th seat.
The stool is not made of balsa
and the devil speaks to God
with water in his lungs.
We hear the words fear wrote
wrapped around a shadowed
mind that feeds inside the carcass
of the frail and all bullied believers.
So cross the road and to your chest
kiss Christ and pray the beasts
will rest. The night will come
as day is gone to thread its needle
with dreams undone, we have our proof
of carried marks and numbers
painted black of art or those who take
a path so weak,
we sit them in the 13th seat.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out