"Who I am."

I'm tired of this
I've got to get this
God out of my thoughts,
out of my heart, out of
my head
Out of my bed

After all I enjoy her
giving me head, letting
me hit it anally
Fucking her tight ass
till she bleeds
Eating her sweet-tasting
pussy
And they say, "You can't
do all that, it's not
Biblically right,"
But even, "Song of Solomon,"
said, "I Kissed her Garden
and Smelled her Sweet Aroma,"

I need to forget everything
that they've said to me
It may sound like lunacy, but
I never asked to be this way
Never asked to be in this place
I need my former experiences
to be re-written upon my face,
so that I no longer feel
displaced

Need time to rewind and undo
whats been done
Back to my former days when I
enjoyed the sun, the moon, the
stars
Dancing in the night, entranced
by the Magical delight of
ecstacy
And revelling in, "Gaias', mysteries

That is the real me
The one that I created
My true self that can't be faded
I'm a child of the Earth
And part of its life
It is what I want