graace from FLANCH by FLANCH

Your name, poured out, my mouth, no shame,
no voice, I’ll rejoice, by my choice; no pain - just
oil paint, all anointed, all appointed in gold frames,
so tame like cocaine over propane with a low flame...
heading down to heaven - I gotta find a new halo,
nothing but bawdy hotties with bodies - gardens and candles, wrought the naughtiest angles, bought a cot and entangled sipping the love of God with the hottest goddess and angles,
just pass the piece - I wanna have a piece of all the masterpieces that the master feeds us,
I have Jesus, but I have to please her,
so to have releases from the mad decreases,
I’m tongue tied until my sun rise but then the
sun is setting on this son’s set, and I’m betting (that) no time is gonna pass now until I
pass out into a numb depression,
(numb depression, numb depression)
(this is) confession of the soul’s election of an old affection; no discretion
and no protection, just hold your breath in and hope for death before the soul’s possession, it’s known oppression, transgression is man’s lesson since adolescence, but
we aren’t sapiens, we have sapience without salience - mental aliens,
(by choice, no pain)
[But wait, recalculate, let me retain my thoughts]
This is my fable: in my cradle - the navel of Mother Abeloth,
vows spoken over wine-stained tablecloths,
milking what was made as my anger blazes the chamber walls,
labeled me for death like I’m Cain the day he knocked Abel off, so
stay long but you will never go to my weathered soul, cause you’ll face the dark, tapered off by an edible, incredible, complacent heart that really
plays the part, but the maze is ours, we’re animals with mated parts - just gaze upon our indelible, identical, jaded marks...
Were the whole realm of nature mine That were a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my...

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