Rhyming thoughts I sell, A counterfeit-Christian’s spell. Tossed into the mouth of a well. Swallowing the key to my shell. I’m a magician’sinfidel.
God spewed reality’s matter, gifting us words to preach the chemistry of cosmic chatter. Sent into motion the propulsion of time, mellow mockery is a heathen’s escape, autonomy’s tower invites you to climb. Money is energy dedicated to ambition; sloth inspires greed without permission. Addicted to infinity, riches raining from open blisters, igniting the doubt of divinity, good and evil divided by half-sisters. Feelings are not truth; scripted spontaneity delights the youth. Lust is a must to sow your seed, pray for a miracle, passion breaks virginity’s creed. Baking flesh in a mother’s womb, contracts your fun, to fuel its doom. Eyes wander coughing gullible gawk, at the desires we cherish, to the lies we squawk. Wisdom crushes delights with knowledge, steering sheep into the belly of a false idol’s college. Satan rapes our sanity’s appeal, baptized by fire, sin preaches hell’s healingfeel. Fidelity shaken by horny shivers, God is my heart, but perversion delivers. Married to God, delivered to Satan, narrow doors cast light, into plantations slavesstraighten. Perfection is the debt of fallible man, to find joy fears…accountableclans. Accept yourself to the finest degree, doubt damns glamour’sglee. Attracted to applause, people sin with ignorant awes. God is cake I cannotrefuse; Jesus was the Jew’s shortfuse. Let’s agree to decree, Satan’s brown sugar is a naïvefantasy.