Life

A miracle is what she is, created from a man’s rib, until sin kissed her on her lips, a gorgeous bliss of heaven I reminisce, those visions came -n- went until I inhaled a sour stench, the devil’s piss, from his tongue saliva drips, his words he twist, his lies they fit, real but counterfeit, having you believing God is a myth, fresh water or salt water from the ocean he sips, the sun is his son, who keeps the world crisp, as the world shifts his every move, the world turns with, you call it an axes, whole time it’s his fingertips, I saw an angel slit his own wrist, then the blood dripped, then he licked -n- sniffed the devil’s d*ck, the moon lost its gravity for he wouldn’t snitch, time told the truth, once the rain mentioned that he witnessed it, life is what we live, a miracle is what she is, created from a man’s rib, so innocent until sin kissed her on her lips, now she bleeds -n- gives birth from it, for her vagina was a gorgeous gift.
 
Hopefully my penis fits, ejaculating created us a gorgeous
Gift, without you, life couldn’t continue, so I’m sorry if
I ever called you a bitch