"Hallejuah"

She screamed to salvation.

Bones covered in feathers with a halo.

She bowed her temple to a dream made in Malibu.

Pina colada on the menu,

It was her venue.

"Yes, baby"

Dream till your knees cry for a helping hand

That no doctor can fix.

Scream for a voice till your tongue pours wine for the therapist.

Tears racing towards the concrete finish.

Facades killed a man with a shotgun.

Reality...

Doesnt explain its movements.

"Hold on, I want this life. Dont pass me by"

She howled in her saviors name...

God doesnt touch anyone,

He only whispers blessings with his fingertips.

You'll be lucky to get Florida from his veins.

(Reality)

-CMCrain




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