16 January 2013
I'm the kind of guy Who'll give everything he's ever owned Not on a ploy ,to get some hot new toy ,
to bone
There is only one purpose & only One Alone-
I'm a sick boy , Call it being fatalistically love prone -
Even after I jump states Large bill , long distance phone, To far for even kisses to reach ,if blown -
So it's been cyclically shown : being the kinda guy , to find mountains of gold ,not,even blinking an eye, not a single piece a shimmer to be sold,I Don't know why, guess , that's not to me being truly alive, that ,or I'm just to brashly bold
She'll take, everything I have to give , her fitted mould To Take
Mine to give
I'll get too old and most likely, still live
I've reaped and I've sown
Remember-always- deathly love prone,
entombed with shy sighs , For all I've known - to decide , Ill be very poor when i die,
With ,
More than one sweet heart Final bedside ,i'll find, so close & So near by
So I'll resign To bust one last nutt- One last time And have one of my dears shoot me up Straight into my spine
-fatally high-
That's what's up - Discovering pi -
God dosnt like me -I don't lie-
How else , is this beautiful angel going to be able to finally fly - While on broken wings , whole while singing
"whhhhy"!!!!
Some how I, still take flight - flying Straight through the very sky's sight
With much subtle delight
Cause I
Just might heavily shake till a major break,at ,them pearly white heavenly gates- Forcible hate , I rattle With much spite,- Saying,
"God , LETS FiGhT! show me wrath ,fury,and your almighty SMITE!, your the great grand father of fuckers! , and way too uptight!"
Fight goes as follows :
God • "fuuuun..." Me•: "hell,abyss ,gong ,Done-"
To me,it's my sorta kinda fun ,its His fault for making me , This so fucking dumb,
All for One
purpose -& One purpose alone
I'm a sick boy ,born to die With what I've grown, to be known they it ,call being ,
fatalistically love prone-
Longing With love in his eyes Atones that Few realize they are, paths to the soul , Continually -
Searching for his one half to his complete whole, his very own, Not on any central banks Loan- For his One and only true and forever Real life home.
Kinda Fatalistically , Love Prone • Opuss № I