BotPoem

From green to red our days pass by
Waiting for anything logical, like money.
They can't notice, Cries your back?
How come?
In peaceful sedation, I was alone It was before I can be
Heavy witchcraft, funky that bass bitch
and I don't care for love without fear leads to suffering.
no further than the DNA phantom would want
Do you trust when everyone's a long fucking time
vacuum and storing them within the structure
I was alone
I was before I can not redo
Beyond The point of your own
Hoping to find it? It's everywhere It's all
On The wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in
Crisis Time no, not the first people that we have pushed me
Heaven is recorded in me But I'm not to live