So high Jesus was praying to me
Demons and devils had never fashionably been seen
I rode a power cord around baby swami's neck
Prevent the seed from burning cancer, all down to the bad mans cheque
I climbed the bridge of memories which sliced my limbs with thorns
I catch the book on swami, burning it before she was born
I'll bend the bullet through time to release the pain you bore
Knocking my broken knuckles on cryptic ghosts and rapists doors
-Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
