something i was working on and i thought I'd share it with you guys.
swimming in and out of your temples periscope
you'll find me mocking those without spiritual sight
just because you have answers doesn't make you right
the twine of your faith can't bind me like rope
like a vulture coming to dine
I pick at your thoughts,
squish them like grapes
and turn 'em into white wine
periodically laying back to set sail
rotating words and commonly used phrases
mix it with paint,
and give that masterpiece some changes
this is a work in progress as of right now.
Feed back is lovely.
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