This makes me mellow. Slipping from truth, but ecstasy with each swallow. My brain yearns for freedom, my heart yearns for love. somebody wipe off this flea infested dove. Things come once in a while. Well, good Women and men White and black brown yellow red and whatever in between Do not differ High low classes Gays and lesbians Website owners Serial Killers Highly psychic people Heavenly gods goddesses jesus They are all potential buddhas Who love to float on a boat And keep on acting People won't understand me So difficult to teach them Too tainted nowadays I tell you kiss on their cheeks won't work Quitting my virgin mary, boddhisava job leaving soon Everyone wear your transparent smile. Words are just something a person can say. Everyone concludes their individual way. May the god of your makebelieve, blow your own way. Words are manmade, manifested in yourself, Everybody is lost, in theirselves. Thieves of the soul, are abundant.
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