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
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