Before he could finish
his figure eight...
Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...
psychiatry people with degrees professors
sometimes abuse their power try to control...
In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...
They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...
Inhale,
life whispers...
The winter is
Killing me softly...
Knock on wood
I am sleeping just fine...
Soft water carves stone,
even the unyielding bends...
We know that
You know us...
Alleluia alleluia
Jesus Christ...
Father
I feel so good to be loved by you...