World Wide Webs
Saying why don't you just put a bullit in my
Brain and set me free you fool worshiping these
Want to be gods fallen from the lost in times stars ?
Make my wussy wet while I think of thee PG 13...
You bomb bearing hitches; attached to your millstone
Speakers snitches running to their golden bird atop
The flower of power; wilting upon the pond
A lily whom couldn't swim; so they attacked Isreal
Amid their last gasp confrontation ? A culmination while
Heaven laughed and Angels smiled at babies continuum in disarray..
Searching for dominence while bouncing within their blood drenched cribs.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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