God holding on

Friends carrying through

Soul searching boils

Under earth terrors

Thunder and rain

Storming through Valhalla

Angels under ground

Stored home alone

Down in the dark

I inward climb

To the Green hiss above

To see white peace

To shave my face

To cull the itch

To cough up blood

Into my hand

To look down on

And fart into the sand

And let the poop ring out

Glory to God on high

I wonder if Jesus Farted What Would It Smell Like

Probably like Nothing

Because he's not real

Pizza has been around since the cavemen invented flour. There was a goat. Probably wise. He made a cheese. Now the seed has been planted. Bon appetite.

THEY CANNOT TAKE IT AWAY. THEY CANNOT TELL YOU.

ORANGES ARE MEAT.