WHATEVER she devises in her heart
of her demise — whatever the plan
a perfect heart a perfect grave
and inspite: “I did it for myself:
did it all for myself”
and she turns around invicincile
a sore light of a tight skin-smile
rapped around the world.

She’s perfect like you.

Whenever she moves her lips apathy
and breaks a great a broken wild
trip around the world:; she’s
a soul LIGHT a SOUL just just
a just name of Jesus and how
thirty pieces are perfect
so Jesus she’s like perfect
just like you: to be perfect
just like you(all arms around,
all words (no one comes to me–
and when i break i break break
break break Jesus is a shadow
so invicible he :: so soul light
come to me.
so all around invincible just
to be perfect like you: jesus,
to be perfect just like yoU:
to be perfect–the world holds
their arms around in billions
of imperfect souls.

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