A life of fighting spiritual oppression brings out a specified kind of aggression...
Cloaked to tear soaked sheets, with a need to redeem a life of failures...
Quill approximation in a crystal gold encasement,
I hum my sorrows to you my dear...
Redemption lives in the ink I warm within you, with every touch of your ever changing shell...
From a flow of adorned feathers, dipping you into the "sauce of life"...
To implement you
in-between columns,
the combination of an intrinsic type alchemy that mounts the highest peak on balconies...
Looking over at the world below, that wishes to consume my soul...
You are my wings darling, pardoning me from my stagnant, disheartening, alarming marsh, marching to disarm me....
Thumbing the clicker on your backside is one of my favorite versions of your ensemble...
Mumbling my wishes through your whirlwind 🌪️ of blackened ambition...
Tactics envisioned of tactful decisions,
Breaking the backs off immaculate opposition...
Seemingly perfect, we murder the curses...
And whip up a path for this ink to disperse it's "subversive new birth kit".
Written by Theodore Johnson Jr aka TRJ
