In the springI choked a woman until she criedNeither of us cameBut her mascara blackened my white cottonFor over an hourThen she…
Every year the rabbi’s prayers get a little longerBut the people still complain And find new ways to torment themselves
so you want to see god you say you sayso you want to see god you saywell arise, arise, and come with meand we will…
I am complete.My past is behind me,ㅤdead to me.I live in the present future.Not the past present.