hellsforheroes

Halves and knots, I know them
Pixies, I have no clue but regret
As it comes, to loving pariahs
Mercury is the only starlight

Her faith begs never more rose
Living wages, bearing banana fruit
A simple screw by god and green
All fore, leaving my blood to cement

Weighing transformation aloud
Puncturing Catherine as rushing grate
I have no butter for hearts but palm
A gory glory sundae, to be melancholy

Paternity sold until eternity, for dust
I saw you in a sky so tall, but of moon
A Herculean belt, I tidy wait, on you
Voices of deliverance owning amnesty

As the knots makes shanks of sheep
Towards the lackluster oil hallelujah
And money, isnt it always, not fore ever
In a rooster to a bus, a golden simple time

Maybe love doesnt speak my guise
The sands distinguish time, patience granted
The Death as victory for psychic grey auras
And again mercury begging whistles

Homecoming lords on broken ships
Hips frayed into cruising sickness
Geckos voicing alcohol as god, wizards damned
I should not era, for the eroding seas again

I affirm, the votive shall perish once more
Amongst eels, and pail lichens, pelicans
Totaled to love, billed on ports of rouge
In the low drunken night, mercury rises

Me, god, and my brother asleep long
Trembling pixies unmatchable, unscathed
Love, a virtue like an odyssey, an ill lad
Revolution, for Che, on the back of children

Welcome Jesus people, for she cries aloud
The children I have no love alike
The blonde trespass, a new anole lord
Religion now is a womans love

Lost in sirs faces, Mexican rubber souls
Burning youth in towards allegorical saints
I need a mood ring in time to see
Maybe a soul for my Mexican Dixie