I’m alright with jesus and jesus is alright with me and everything is perfect the way it’s meant to be but I’m not the ringmaster of this flea circus I’m just a clown pretending to be happy pretending to be free choking on coffin nails and playing make believe
I saw him
once or was it a dream? it had to be a dream but it seemed so real to me he said the only difference between heaven and hell lies in the language of love and the rhetoric of hate there’d be peace in my heart and I would be free if I spoke as a child the way he speaks to me
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