The birth

Like a dog 
she ate her own seed
A scent conscience couldn't tell
Dont reckon the smell 
like the seed still a heart beat
back quietly at peice now im looking for my adam he lookin for his eve
dead dont member me
Wheres the garden 
the greats now they shipping them through the water 
i remember a slaughter Mary and married in the birth 
Our God they hated him first