Tshego

Each time I put them the under, They still want to test me After all that has been said and done His completions wont complete me, I have divided myself by one Please stop asking questions... I am the answer to His riddle I am the portion of his wind I am the spoon between tongue and teeth and I dare not add my revision for I dare not suffer twice and I dare not be thy Christ and I dare not dwell in the past and I welcome any Khosi sitting in his plastic bench waiting for joi to go and I suffer here alone Lord, petted by my evil thought How I have tried to stripped them from bone to bone I have struggled and I have fought Every jealous war intentions smuggled sown into jeans Every hidden tendencies exploiting me in me Each time I put them under, they still want to test me I have been sitting here for what now seems to be an hour I have raised every kept question from the dead and given power to my absence of my sanity Up above the highest testaments, down below the wooden floor.. the sag-gated womb will breach black and blue beneath the hidden door deep beneath you will find attributes of drunken men who were banging their heads against the dead each day he tries to stand, an as he stands he stands pressed against the very woman he loves Kissing eyes and hips, embracing hips... surrendering to her touch and just at the valley of the very woman he touches heart to heart she pulls from his touch, because it is too much to bare once they go apart