–.. VERSE FOR THE VOICELESS

Those that stumble onto, work. Those that misuse, my muse. Those that try to accurately tell claim like it’s their word to share, drop dead. I needed help but the Demon gave in.. Jesus believer or something. I asked Lucifer, made me taste morphine. Was it needed? Nope like his wings, the perfect fit. The most comfortable shit. I ever. Never never God I want you’re.. I want that aura so if you want your son.. you’re second half on earth please come down and let me suck you until mother earth punishes me for cheating. Heat. Cold. Both. I want you all. I pray to the Lord. I lay and absorb the tears of the fallen.. it was her! Mother earth you will feed me until Lucifer finally grows horns.