forming beliefs

Jesus, you have such long horns,

rose above and across

the thorniest thorn

fighting freedom, for feeling

in spite of believing

you formed

My God, you speak so different

by my own right,

write what I say,

as I drift off and on

Be in my heart,

oh my god, you're wasted again

Be in my eyes

all my life I'll pretend for you,

for me

Father, my hands are so dirty

fire looked like years, and beauty 

your eyes match the cieling now

with the roof torn off

when the twister twisted in and out

 

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

How very brother's Grimm of you.