I wrote this at a seance.
Who you pray to when your favorite angel fall from heaven
When single malt ain't the trick
Even stayed in school with Devin
Devil's pelvic bone portray a weapon
Held it to my head, count to 7
Blew the brains of Brenton
The dogs in his house
The kitties got a new home
Gone far from the pity party
The god-free body you've wronged
That's everyone you loved
Until single duck's pecker pucker up
Met her in mecca, mother fuck
Say it ain't so, she so cute when she smile
I said it so, she so cute when she smile
She said it too, she so fucking cute when she smile
But when we dead, send the basket of fruit down the Nile
16 sweaty bars, baritone in brothel
Her care is gone but he got you
The fairest poem and her locks too
Rotten fruit turn stomach to snot juice
A fox grew in the forest
Became the poorest dog that got duked
Once upon a florist's wishes and commands
Her daughter did the dishes
Without bitching with Ms. and jammed
Carried her vision to witches
In which put a gift in the sand
She said let it be known
God isn't a mission to the man
Kiss this tit and piss in the wind in Japan
This isn't the business of the christians that clammed
This is the fishes caught by the fisherman ambitions
Lived efficient, his only wisdom came from pigeons and crayons
Compositions of religious witnesses examed
Veterans of visceral gimmicks
Get this a picnic a jam
Giddy up cousin, this isn't a diss
More or less fits around the forgiveness
Of what love's warlords enlist
Pain
Mourning
Heartache
Change