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He Told Me Yeah

Covered in the winter fur of an ermine, the cold secretes a frost that froze a moth -n- his urine, dinosaurs roamed Mars before they did the Earth, is undetermined comets crashing into the Earth’s ocean, what could had deferred them, Phlebotomy of Astronomy, a phenomena collapsed stars have mysteriously seen, imps tearing pages out the Bible -n- Koran, throwing them in the Phlegethon, Rubies -n- Opals outlined in a pentagon, over top of a synagogue, flies an unfrozen moth with his urine pouring -n- exploring, the Earth maturing, words melting while touring, for the airs burning, the Moons blistering blood shot red, Eve came before Adam, the wind re-routed -n- whispered the opposite of what God said, in the opening of a mouth, the Devil’s lies spread, I slept next to thee emotion called Scared, I woke up impaired, regurgitate what the Devil was fed, breakfast -n- bed, he stays blue until the air hits him, then he turns red like when thy blood sheds, thy soul fled, once thy flesh was dead, we woke up in a stranger’s bed, thy thoughts look different outside thy head, we saw a new odd indescribable movement -n- we both said, God is that you, is that you God, he said you will see me again when I’m ready for your soul, until then go back to bed, then he stitched his appearance -n- the word Yeah into thy thoughts, then placed thy thoughts back into thy head, listening to the wind blow, is he alive or is he dead, inhaling the fear of self, for the air was scared, experiencing Jubilation for I saw thy Lord -n- He told me yeah.

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