I could feel a hot one taking me down. For a moment, I could feel the force. Fainted to the point of tears. And you were holding on to make a point. What's the point?.
Well I watched your black tied family. Rise up from graves near cemeteries. That I have not been to since your goodbye. And I drank another simile. And compared your Jesus to a thief.
When the dark flood came. we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket. citing different opinions. on whether we should move. . when the houses came. they ate up everyone like they were fishes.