As if every new day isn't one with whom to fight strife with
I guess you're right, liturgical monster take off the hood of your masculinity
infuse my lifeless body with lust. And spice?
Nah, we're no alphas we can only alpha betically arrange our bodies according to size
and origin I wanna bake pies with oranges
see your chest rise and fall with the break of dawn
when the sun hits your eyes and bounces off mine
and all of a sudden life's a rainbow stuck in time
quick mix the hummus with the thyme and time your death to the chime of the clock as it hits nine
...And now we drink wine happily ever after
and he said:
Steadily trying to write a better chapter you're a sweeter addition than chili garlic sauce to spaghetti platters---I got nothing, you just vomit out masterpieces
So I went with and wrote back:
I spit masterpieces with a master's ease
but no matter the cost of being with you or the latter
I laterally cross bridges of time and seek answers from the depths of the divine
of thee and thine and this is what Hephaestus said: "Lady your lord begotten trivial illnesses do not forsake him, you are greater than all the forces of men"
Me. A little girl, never fast to please or easily appeased am blanketed in a coroner's blanket
that teases me with thoughts of hell but Poseidon comes and destroys the spell
and leaves me chilled to pieces: "Please woman, go forth, conquer the lives for whom you'd drink from the well of poison
Don't think twice, heat will never anoint them
Your cold distance is measured equidistantly from me and mine and the voice of reason
Ice is better a mirror who dare destroy it?
Such coldness be the wrath when man commits treason to self
Go forth little girl, your path be lit by the dimness of ignorance and mental wealth".
And so i'm here steadily avoiding the snakes, sneeks, and satans of stealth.
