JESUS KEEPS ON CRYING AND IT’S RAINING

Before I was confused the lie was on my head
at crossroads for my heart goes out across
the south into the west right upon the stomach
of truth you hold ; i abused, sweet baby
i have no idea where you’ve been // hypnotized
me again (/?)because who wanted it again //
if sometimes my heart stays within your soul
//oh oh ,ah, ah…ah…oh , ah…LIFE is
a lover carrying this soul like flowers
to his woman and i don’t know // a second season
and this message is a mad hatter carrying
suspicious messages, importing the cruelty of roses
and Jesus keeps on crying and the clouds raining
and my skin like the poisonous fragility of ice
newly formed upon an old pool — i am the fire
who grew so low ooh oh. And Jesus keeps on crying
and it’s raining //

:: ;09292015 ::

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