prefascist

Prefascist
4-14-18

It's getting so hard
I need your loving today where Berry meets Wharton
And my eyes are burning for the greater inclination
And a clean sandbox for our Lucretia written in Ogden
I want to see you today for ones new bold ways in the valley of decision
We have the meats come sums of refugee relief
And that's all as the childishness of ones humility
She stands on her front lawn when I go out back up at five
Told of God to look alive
And it's not about what we lack
In trust and hope returning to dust
Within this I cope remembering my all nighters
When I would study my middle school yearbook
If a fox go up
We are invited to sip and sup
And soon again fill the cup.....





Unknowingness
4-14-18

From the central trust
I drew what I had
Another smoke break
Yea, my bad agency
And I suppose there were albums without the saxophone
How splendid it is to be substance as three hundred foxes will be our portion
When the habit seems to be distasteful
God forbid I see satiety and taste of trouble
As to lead to gates of hardened steel in stony soil
The tree hath no such root
As the crop of today chews out jubilation as so become our pedigrees
Where all the lights would shine in summer nights in the city of brotherly love
Hiding out in tall cornfields
Needing a jump start to this uninspired heart in ashes
By our bag of unknowingness
It's not so bad....






Every Male Number
4-14-18

As the city supplies the public defender
I should like to lie still and reevaluate the week
I put behind me appointed over this tabernacle
To put it up and take it down
As by this cup I earn my crown in our Naphtali and our Dan
God has another plan registered in our country in Zebulon and Ishamar
We didn't think we would come this far
Lofty in thrall for the Levites in the mindset God knows
To need another fix on Carter's first heat where when prices are raised again
All for the maize we thresh and till
As to pen for trouble in our roadhouse on the way
With my head on her lap
As sup, lot and hap
Every male so number
Starting with Nadab.....





Strange Fire
4-14-18

Having no offspring
Offering a strange fire
Out at the crossroads where we have servants to hide
Just doing our thing
Wake up this is the time you've been waiting for
Chasing them through county roads in a need
I harden my heart and crack these codes
Greeting Abihu where I can see the real me in you
In horses untackled
Levites are taken instead of the firstborn
Neath where defiances grow in Gershom and Kohath
We don't need to do the math
As to mete out the valley of Succoth
Through God we do valiantly as to engage
To burrows twilight feathers awaken anew
This is what you've been waiting for
In Moab my washbowl
All is well with my soul.....