I AM NOT A GOD, Mom
I AM NOT A GOD but, I'm not human.
My eyes and mouth are liberal but my soul is conservative.
M head throws up garbage that I swallow
A cycle turnsssss
Rain Drops
I'm not a clean pipe but
, the ideas that flow within these drains creates the currents in the oceans,
I wash and boil my skin in the water
Tear Drops
I believe in God and I know he has blessed me
But I Still Sin
it feels good.
The time clicks, my mouse clicks, my heart ticks
I blink and smile at the thin air beside me
I Miss You
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