Stomach of God


I know you exhale heavens own dead breath
Talking ‘bout it all green and fresh
May I ask if it won’t burden ya
Holy daughter of shining furniture
Just how deep is this truth with you?
Burned beyond all brain chemistry
So describe the signs you claim to see?
What’s in a shape?
It’s no definition
Fuck a dance fuck a lap fuck a rhythm
You say you’re swimming gods stomach for truth
Swimming moves like a religion with you
What works best you’re triply blessed
The water black and bottomless
A touch of razored teeth
Where you can’t take breath
In the depths of the endless
Stomach of god
In the roaring of the eternal
Stomach of god
In the chaos of the churning
Stomach of god

In the burning burning burning
Stomach of god

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