quarta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2024

I am the bomb

 leave your car and take this other one
The highway is clear

my fists hurt from fighting
what a heart God sculpted in me
big and longing to filled

but not so much for joy or love
a heart so polished

Just ambition
Like the fat boy over moscow
Passion hard and terrifying

Melting me
melting the city
molding us into one

oh the urgency for sweet war
a glutten before the smorgasbord

gripping my arms to embrace it all
Gripping my train of thought and my swollen tongue
betraying me subterfuge to fuse to use
a ruse to explode

 to harm to orgasm beyond the subtle limit of my trembling soul

look at my face as I fly over head
just enough oxygen to burn the city alive

Thank that God for the way it built my heart
is it the very same God as yours
the mere interpretation Old force fed scripture

I need the gas so i can keep the party on the road
the rules on the poor
my paws on this load

The soil a slave
the rare shock off your beautiful face
twist to disgust just as we discussed

oh the fire is over us all
the inconvenience of consequence
here to revisit it's will on of all of us readily de ja vu sip

Starting with me then those of true belief
and the next naiive
who helped extinguish it all

this great sculpture that pumps me alive
extinguished silent
empty muscle

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