:) “Dear God do you want to tear your knuckles down? And hold yourself? Dear God can you climb off that tree? Meat, in the shape of a T? Dear God the paper says you were the King In the black limousine. Dear John and all the Kings men Cant put you head together again Before the bullets - before the flies, Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains. Dear God, the sky is as blue As a gunshot wound. Dear God if you were alive- You know wed kill you. Before the bullets - before the flies, Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains.”
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 22:03:42 +0000
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