Untitled Recital

Them dudes could never catch me
Bitch, im a writer and the word
Is full of inconsistency
Except love maybe
On that
They all seem to agree

Some say its silly
But my beliefs exist
On bleached planes stained
With black ink

The pastor rarely ever speaks
Just
eats, sleeps, writes, and recites,
eats, sleeps, writes, and recites,
eats, sleeps, writes, and recites,
eats, sleeps, writes, and recites,
eats, sleeps, writes, and recites,
Acting when necessary

See we don’t have a pulpit
Or church for that matter
We travel light and worship alone
Conversing with the gods inside the dome
Conversing with the gods inside the dome
Conversing with the gods inside the dome
Conversing with the gods inside the dome

All things said
its a helluva life
You either love it
Or leave it alone

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