And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom […]
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H.
It’s coming through is alive.What’s holding up is a mirror.But what’s singing songs is a snakeLooking to turn this piss to wine. They’re both totally void of hate,But killing me just the same. The snake behind me hissesWhat my damage could have been.My blood before me begs meOpen up my heart again. And I feel […]
Sober
There’s a shadow just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called "must we" just before the son has come. Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle something but the past and done? Why […]