Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Jealous Swords

Rather us dead in the busy highway then comfortable in bed

We’ve engaged perfectly with only an occasional blemish

Instead of merriment we found fouled brains promoting horrible condemnations

Something about accelerating our trip damnation blurred gazes

They rather us mauled than resting unharmed in affection

Severed penis half erection sowing shut your physical slice of Heaven

No rules broken we weren’t supposed to work they never guessed it

Imagine our death their good night because we never treat each other bad

Jealous with swords for mouths.

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