When they say u feel the sacrament,
They mean u feel inside a cactus growing,
Healing the parched earth into neon blue granparents,flowering in the darkness,
The stars are so much brighter,
The ceremony is beginning,
Don't u dare miss out,
This why u were put here,
To speak, sing and dance,
To break apart walls of plexiglass,
Because I can see u suffer still,
Even if I can't hear u,
My soul sees your pain,
U sent me a fax,
Didn't hear the machine in the shower,
But the pain was just as real,
That is authority
Our blessing is our life
- Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2018 22:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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