Sometimes, I wish clouds would guide me,
and sometimes, I wish Jesus wouldn't cry.
Every morning, I pray for earth to drown,
and every morning, I play with lightening.
In the afternoon, I swim with the storms,
floating away with the trees and currents.
Breaking the law with my speed in sound.
So every night, I blow you a shooting star
now make a wish, see how much I love you.
When I wake up, your evermore perfect.
But these dreams are intricate emotions,
and you're existence is in my imagination.
The deity I once was can't be reflected,
as these padded walls break through me.
The family that once welcomed this life;
buried underneath the ashes of memory.
I wish madness would carve my insides,
and sometimes, I wish Jesus would tire.
Every day, I pray for this room to flood,
because they need to drown this spider.
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