The Bible

I never thought your Soul would disappear only your shadow

Creep around the corner where the ears would feel not hear me

Calling you from the other road, the one with the sail and boat

I say babe its all fishes and loaves

All fishes and loaves

So break my honey butter, lick it clean from the cloud cover

Cover, lick us clean from the cloud cover

Cause the truth is your no better then your brother and he’s no different from your dying mother

So catch the car loose under the train stop, its lower then the low you thought

You sunk to the bottom but its higher then the lies that your hearts been denying 

Fallin under your lashes, come and clean up the mess 

Come and clean up your mess 

When your love turns to blood then a puddle of wet 

Blue circles collect the resin of your voice and the truth hit my chest

With no plate on, no platter, no golden forks to pick up the flesh 

from the battle

Slam the hotel drawer from the holy to the aisle

Meet you in the lobby hallway, no can’t catch me, can’t catch me

Fishes and loaves been your problem from the matter

From the state to the boarder to the lack lust 

Those arms of greed been greased to grossly ineffective

Bread be sliding from the roofs to gutters quick

The love of wheat and milk must fool you 

The doors closin’ faster then brine leaks from the carcass

Don’t mean to be descriptive but you know the rest

Imagination, keeps the conversation escalating from valley to the mire

Satan’s climbing to your temples in record time

I just love you even though they hate that

I just love you even though they hate that

I just love you even though the pricks cracked 

My ribs open fish and loaves for breakfast

Feasting on command will only leave us desperate

To be leaner fit and deft for consequence

I just love you to benefit from a finer breath

Not a broken one where shards fly from reddened gums then plucked from some

A rich breath drawn straight out of a golden pond, one that will save the dying from the darkened lawn,

So which one would they have us place our bets upon the love of a love which abundance has touched its palm upon

Or the love of a love from the thin form which they can tear to have a very piece of their own

For their pockets will be fat when our love comes swimming down.