My father
that calls satan the enemy
the enemy
and
the
minds of those around
in thy
When I say the
works of mine
hold them in mind
I tell them that in order to keep their dogs
who explored
the
mother's tomb.
I am unlike you,
this too has ways.
Forever.
When she says,
You are my flash-line
My phone
Is
it just...
insecification?
Resistance by constant
Exgggreeeeeaatt I can't get awayπ
And I'm destroyed
You would never want me alive..
I go further than you will ever have a chance..
To live another endless eternal lawless life..
I travel through history and order..
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
We
children are
often lost
without a hand to hold.
When God removes himself from the place that binds us,
the enemies fade.
But my
father hears the horns blaring.
He runs
to
the sunshine.
The sun shines.
And when my mother
feels the steps,
she says,
Cat!
Cat!