Museum, Triangle, Factual
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apple a day keeps doctor away, but it also is the wrath of hell if you bite into it, in a garden.
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jesus, according to legends
in museum books
born under the brightest of beautiful stars
made her a breathless-moment
surrounded in rich technicolor rainbows
that angel, that spoke to wise men
must have been a pretty-wise
he was half in heaven, half in hell
when he appeared
he must have wanted to burn those wise men, that gifted up the silent night
he must have been wanting a crown
while announcing; the next crown
he must have thought he deserved the black wings
(face it, the previous caretaker of fire and lust couldn't have done such a good job,
if this child was born)
new world order's very first love triangle
jesus according to legend lived a full life
banishing that angel who sat in that star that night.
i ask you
i ask you angel
i ask you angel, in high heels, suspenders and soft velvet panties
i ask you angel, with tears in my eyes
"where were you, on the day of crucifixion,
where was that bright shiny star?
where were you when
over steel nails and wood?"
had he come to remove you
banish your kind from his temple?
the real purpose of the birth
that first christmas day?
had you become santa clause
bearing gifts for only one day
going home to the ice
factual, aint satisfactual?
or was it time?
time for an angel
to pack up his wings and quietly walk away?
Mutch like an orgasm once I got started, I just went on & on & on
Examination, Wings, Flawsome