demons

jeffreyjames

I'm as FREE.. as a SOLDIER on LEAVE... I SWEAR... Atease... soldier, the commander in chief is here.. Pledge of allegiance, prayerrr, the peoples champ...the SOUL PURPOSE ...for THESE BEADS.. I WEAR... the REASON that.. THIS uneasy BEAST,, hits his KNEES ...proceeds to SPEAK TO AIR ...these DEMONS LISTening ...The sound of  WRISTS BLEED.. WHISPERING in sync.... justin, JC,.. And Lance  .. ... Laugh at these puppets with no strings attatched.. False profits sing and dance... Preach the word.... Just to please themselves.. .. Darkness is creepin in.

. .. DECEITFUL PRAYERS...... They Tip toed, raising hell run dmc ... RUS AND REV..  shell toed.... ...adidas sneakers scuffed ....Trying to reach his deepest fears.. Unaware of what they woud see its... sick.. They didnt realize that... the preisthood isnt any different from the creachers here.....sick fucks that preach at church and lead our prayers... deceitful shit ... And  leach from us .... cant even  believe this shit.... you reveil your sins ..to Recieve a prayer from a creep...that kiks it, sleeps with kids , lends his reach, a helping hand, a listening ear ...leaning in...behind a dark screen, 2 seats per square...never speak whats heared, in this teachers lair... its all secrets here..we priests dont fib. Even if YOU Cant even see the queer , hes day dreamin, thinkin of a holy trip to the beach with him, beatin the heat.. Sun screen, and your greasy hands... Pull)s off his chasuble...  vest..  ...casualy gives u a reach around .. Underneith your towel...confessions are completed now.. the whole time u  cant even tell, if he was sleepin or even passed the note reached out to god to keep me from hell... pope siriceous, and that letter to himerious, ....celibacy reveals this much .. lifes a ride, hes in a rut, he needs a bitch, hes delirious. A womans touch...deprived he lusts, of little devil dodgers tiny nuts  .  he needs our knots to be sure to clean our thoughts, cleanse us and bring us to peace with god, from the inside out ...  that white collar chokes his neck.... seeped in sweat, he rings it out... The poor Kid thinks hes tough... but was deeply appauled of a preachers touch!!! ... The Preisthood sticks ...togeather like a lock on a chain link fence, like when pages in playboys rip..  or your cheeks if your the deacons pet.. Funny how u walk but cant even sit.. after a talk with thes

 e amazing men...  Its a Holy wreck, finally your hole, and soul may be at rest,,  like police need arrest.  internal ADHESIONS STICK  .. like his EVIL GRIN .. HIS LETHAL STARE...  HE REACHES IN...trying to FIND HIS PEACE WITHIN , now these children, kids got 2 FEET TO RINCE.. ..this some creepy shit....but while im here, ill bite my tongue ... Off, true grit.... lemme try to speak with it, let go  try to unleash this grip  .. ..... I have a confession...  Please No offence ...  No beef no diss .. But high priest YOUR THE REASON THAT... I got JESUS HERE, and why he just dipped ... he protects ME FROM You... Your chains, techings....ball gas.. And whips...the STEEPLES CARE, and pleasee when i releive myself , just know i dont need no  help, i can clean myself!! you piece of shit.. And when i need to piss, im tired of you sneaking in. .. one latrine, two dicks ...  I Broke a crusifix made of  sticks.. And Used my brain and fixed it,, theres 666 ways to SWITCH RELIGIONs... I dont EVEN CARE!!... Get baptized? I DONT EVEN DARE.... filters clogged with HAIR, theres disease in there  .. Bodily secreation THERE!...  EVERYTHING SEEMS UNFAIR ..EVEN WITH.... faith, you EITHER APPEASE ...OR FAIL... KEYWORD FAIL!  withought REASONABLE DOUBT ....he BREATHES IN HELL... HE REAPS WHATS DELT... LEGIONS BLEED... in his throat as he SCREAMS FOR HELP.. He KEEPS REACHIN OUT ...

       SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP ....  Stop running to church and filling that hat .. Your time and money wont fill in that gap. . 👌😂🙏🙌🙌

  • Author: jeffreyjames (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2017 06:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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