The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father. Shhhh/his love is physical ask my beloved whore mother?
Blow on your pipe as his fist whip your body into shape. Lick up his shit as he throws it/ feed me your love i’ve come to love to hate as I watch you blow on your pipe that feeds you my sperm donors love.
The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father. No food to feed your seven homily children/ who roads have no words to travel too/ when asked to love thy parents as my father the sperm donor pounds your pussy so good with his hatred for what gives life. The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father.
His life is long / his love is painful it ruins every off springs it creates/ death in ones eyes and a longing to be held up in the image of God that doesn’t have a name to share with the children who wait to be saved from the donor who destroys god creation of life. The river runs calmly / I wait quietly beside my dead father.
He gave no love to thy spirit there fore thee spirit has no love to give to thyself –the river runs calmly / I wait quietly beside my dead father. I catch a glimpse of my own image waiting beside the river that runs so calmly waiting quietly beside my dead father/ waiting quietly beside my dead FATHER.
