U say it's the plague thats NOT life thats prison save us the tough act i saw u sadist wearing holy robes acting on justification by an idea if ur god is an idea i say u have no idea god is love & the birth of a new day every day is genesis i dont buy the blah blah narrative there are 2 its called moieties if u have 2 parents how one god? if u have sun & moon why one way as david crosby said why can't love be do re me 3 times 3 is 9 jimi hendrix did not mind till he was stitched by jealousy gifts here are regarded a disabilities do want living beings or sheep? if ur so certain the end is nigh why are u so threatened by happy singing? ma papa was a rollin stone a ha papa was a rollin stone while u manage for ever increasing profits the mask wearing's too much for me i cant be fucked keeping up the act there are more interesting things to do like gazing on the pink moon how will it change my sense of what ive previously known? which neural pathways will begin? which...
forever promise dizzy to empty addiction teases like jealousy what could i be missing out on? but really pain im out of the corner going with the flow a while back to art that which heals that which sustains make something beautiful a flower under duress without sunlight & water dies regardless its promise & so the daisy grown between the cracks in the concrete after the rain the sunlight arrives blue sky & even if some headphobe scroller deafly blindly trods on it its imagefeeling is carried in the heart of a child pink moon Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.