Tore

tore poet oh orphanage I’m set in unsettling

F me mind a rebel its welding the shovel then settlement of dead evil

S. F. G. I hit third base before I realize was playing with the devil

So now instead of the baseball team it means separated from God

I put out a Pebble get hit with a asteroid no worry I’m saddling it

But I’ll Tremble at temple of Jesus pray free yes

but cattle then go astray get caught by the creatures of night

Preachers that are not right who do I trust they rattlesnakes

We newborns we get attracted to the sound so what does it take

A Few guardian angels no retracted statement in this but by fate

I move irate completely turbulent they think I’m gonna crash like cast away

I’m Done hate be a venom to serve true malevolent you like that’s the way

Word true you’ll get the mark skipping and frolicking you’re mental is hella bent

Heart skipping beats thinking all friction can pull me under into hell relevance

I’m a Phoenix but my rebirth in fire cruelly somber is that evident