an uplifting connection
a bridge, suspended between naivity and sunset
postmodern infectious disease disguised as a champion of distress
a fever chewing at the bones of torment, love is in the air (and it's HOT EVER SO HOT)
group up, team up, round 'dem up
after the hallow halls of empty embers, November gives chase
and what awaits we shan't acknowledge just yet.
doctor it hurts, me... deeply
when I get my hand stuck in the lever of the vault where
I got stuck on a blender 'sess' bleeding key, raw throat
never fuck crazy least their teeth toss your love in trash
baby what you don't understand is
I already saw what despair looks like and let me tell you
the sight of that man jumping in front of that moving train
shook me stupid, to a transfix: baby sister I once believed family meant we would die for one another
but now I realize you wouldn't do the same
and that's just not sitting right with me.
groove is to keep your eyes open and on the mind
of potential blindspots
in defiance we serve not as idols but vessels
of the infinite wisdom spinning deeper despite the callout
to push against in vain resistance
my sinful confession is to implode in greater sloth
If I say I regret it that's a poor man's rendition
I surrender (unwillingly) for the clouds cannot placate
my greater fallen state of mind is not betraying heaven
but my own damm self:
"they told me if I love God
they told me I would find you...there!"
a saying cannot maim, it serves poorly as a weapon construct as such
a soothing hand can guide and smoother given enough pressure
a gentle woman can detonate your entire fucking life (believe me I have seen it)
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