How perfect,
Promised lands placed in proposing hands are perplexingly put under house arrest.
These spontaneous scriptures given to me for rest, stated strange stories about statements so Vexed
Your notebook splayed for the world to see,
why choose the person who you couldn't set free,
to partake in your plate, a diner disaster.
But each word you create makes me believe your a pastor
But no
No words can be so violent and holy
Lush letters like lotus?
No temple can hold thee!
Blessed art Thou and this notebook so free!
But curse it to hell, or a home under the sea!
But yes
Erroneous or not
Each word elates eons
Smooth Like eggs to stifle
Words worked up like peons
Amassing Sky scrapers so Eiffel.
You Abandoned your elegy
Abolished your books
But escaped with such a melody
Regardless of the loose looks,
No statues can reach it
Nor rockets galore
A Devils handicraft
As an angels sent to war
Sent without address
But noted in Gold glory
It read "I knew you couldn't rest
So rest knowing our story"
