And now my back softens

And one say, it wasn't,
And with great power, great troubles

So I give,

And you
For all I care
Scream forever
As you
Are only made, to be, happifully.



Says that one, anyway



Oh
"I mean, only wrong so
Why expect anything anymore"

Something something


This time though

Don't die
Just scream
Or revive, scream


And now
I talk to god


And this moment of ecstasy, of yours,
Hollyfully, become what you, have promised yourself


And now
The back softens

For the bank's flower
Still, only flowers.

Oh
Wait
Wrong language

Fuck






Popes dead, ain't it?
More wall talk. Funky shit.

Your favorite.
Since it is, very very, serious.