Flesh Wound

[SAM-i-EL]

"And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death..."

(Revelation 13:3).



Touch it, the ruffles, and we on it like a hundred.

The funnel cake tunnel vision, but ur christ isn't risen.

But his ashes from the resin, to permeate our breath.

God doesn't pick favorites, he then decides to ref.

And mami be doin the buzzer beater, she bears heat, and does the PBS reader.

She sizzles the tele, and she forever stays prompt.

Now down under, to asunder, the thunder that cracks.

No Mac-10, the 7-11, this wasn't a senior prank.

And the wifey be feedin you crank, no shank, now take that to the bank.

Now it's sunken, what's sank, the fire, this the lake.

Have fun tryin' to bake another cake, this the hybrid tank.