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On HIS lap
Thinking in my head as I type on this screen the words get repeated by a force that wasn't here. Awakened to the dictated sound of birds on top of different people. Accused wrongfully and made to look a certain way I'm glad dating isn't on the brain. I want nothing but the More of THE MOST HIGH GOD whose son was sacrificed. We shouldn't have unalived him. For vengeance is of the Spirit and you need not seek it's help. So why not Tell the deity that showed my demise as a needle on top a counter down at my feet wrapped in blue was taken out the room by a light skin ponytail now style called iced bang. She still has the scrubs. I saw that day from a different view bouncing on the seat of the thrown lapped and held just so I could bare witness. And I now am trapped beneath the ceiling of spinning air as light shown be lighter than day that breaks the dawning and jungle birds call. This isn't their habitat.
© Evone GoddessLegba Payton Banks
© Evone GoddessLegba Payton Banks
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