Id like to say we’re even now.
Just as God embodied promises of prosperity and good health in his following,
you
you - having the body of a goddess, quite fooling to a mortal’s eyes -
bled beautiful synthesizer sounds.
and those were sounds which left legions on my spine,
for I knew that worse were
coming
in
time.
what should i do
what should we do?
i dont care, do you want to?
i could have told you then.
Or earlier, I could have stopped it.
Some sins I wouldn’t even confess to God.
Some stairs I would never descend.
come downstairs, its time for breakfast.
i made it wrong.
lead me through the right way to do things.
I can say I now know not to do things without a
reason
to
do
them
my painting of you, i thought i had ruined it.
but realized too soon you’re just earth tones and grave stones.
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This is stupid. You should just stop Writing.
and come to terms with the situation I’m in? yeah right.
Id like to say we’re even now.
i didnt even care about it.
let’s leave it at that.
Leave it at what?
well…. should you be punished,
for dabbling in other religions?
“yes!”, jokes the hipster, thinking, hes being ironic and funny.
, the funny thing about it is, i dont really blame you.
