Funeral Hum from the mouth of God, i fall without help into darkness a song without words, this tune is shaped like my mother..
They say I’m a girl muzzled into the feeble skin of a man They call me sissy I’m a little honey swaying on clumps of..
gospel of smoke or a new translation of godhood “sometimes i light god as a cigarette & watch him burn to see how long deity..
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