"happy about this"
By Arcassin Burnham
this was the first, it mattered not,
I use to fret , not anymore,
until that angel came to town and created illusions in the head
and hearts of children,
not the witch we all expect them to be by all mentions,
seeing this beautiful face like stars close-up,
nor dealing with another succubus cause it was up to us
letting the beauty bewitch us into oblivion,
nor like agony but sort of like an itch or euphoria,
spaces in the mind of elders simply adoring her,
more of these angels sing watching the pegasus fly entering more
more sights than some sore eyes moralizing to mortalizing and
realizing that this ancient angel was never real,
happy about what? happy about the fact that God couldn't
really give us, a world so beautiful and alive , it wouldn't let up,
I hope I'm not confusing you, my words were never enough,
I hope I'm not confusing you , this world was never enough.
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lights and energies is all you really need,
if you truly want to be free,
secrets could tell you millions of things that you could believe,
but one things for certain , you'll be living your best,
peace like feeling the warm embrace of rippled water,
turning into showers , covering your soul,
always be young you and never get old,
you should already be happy about this,
instead you drown debt and in your own piss.
I'm happy about me , florida boy with nappy hair and
should have a God complex right about now but always
lacks a simple plan learning about everything there is to know
while teaching his child things,
can you feel my sting , like the crackling thunders the abyss
down under.
