Thee, Thee, Thee
Written by Shayla D. Smith Unite, All must Overflow in this Cup that God gives to me, Fuck Me, Like You might Fuck Jesus! Because God knows you would Just to fit in Smaller Pants than He. But really, He is a Stranger to us all. Did those Hypocrites, listen to the Spirit? Hearts were- "Me, Me, Me!" "How He Loves Me! How He Died for Me."- Exactly those Words! How strange I have felt the dead. Walked with them, Held each hand. And was tortured with complaint. And here you are, Clear is your purpose And you leave Me picked to the bones! You call Everyone Fat, But it is skin that I have been generous to. Burned, Scared, raped, loosened So full of power drained that it is more of a vapor than a food. And at times that is all we Call food. No, I don't love You. How could I? You broke Me and left Me to Suffer. So dry and parched, My mouth had been burned. I feel like I am starving to death. How I feel your pain. I am not quite like ...







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