A bible study is a show of groups,
That doormats the cold ground you walk on,
"Welcome Home",
Like some syllabus to some heavy dish,
Broadcasting the bills of working,
Nicking together a bad song,
So we can do karaoke every night just to rewind,
Where did I go wrong?
I don't know the answer to that,
It just that sometimes I'm a shatter away from falling to my demise,
And now, I'm strongly hoping to wave my domestic flag of passion,
Cause I'm getting tired,
Please send somebody to rescue me.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Lies
PuisiAn emotional investment toward gaining clarity from the chapters of lies, but it is knitted to explain the strict intake from an un-integrity blab that rolls off the devil's tongue.
