angels swing their feet off my collar bone

i have something to say which is i’ve nothing to say

for some reason i feel the urge to state that i don’t wanna state anything

ah i got it

everything stops when i get to writing

angels swing their feet off my collar bone

observing and analyzing

asking how

how when there is literally nothing he wants to say

he says

and the shit he says

how the fuck aren’t they shit

but like

they’re the shit

this task i was tasked with

this is not a task when i get to sit on his collar bone and watch

i guess i

i feel

and i gain consciousness

find out who what is and what god is not

i find out stupidity makes the task a task

everything always moves

that’s how he gets to say when there is nothing he wants to say

who the fuck is he

always vibrating

his core always pushing and pulling

taking and giving

always vibrating

always fucking vibrating

and i feel it

makes me vibrate too

makes me wanna

makes me wanna

shove the pen i was given to the navel

im not lord's humble servant reporting to it

the lord ain't even a lord

those that don't make me wanna

take that fucking pen and

stick it into the navels of those

that's making me write about stupid shit

like

there was an earthquake today

motherfucker everything moves

earth quakes all the time

oh my

i gain new

just because now that you can feel

doesn't mean it wasn't there

that's how i know

my tasker can never be god

making me write about the times they felt

and not about the signs they disregarded

oh yeah right right

there is that other bum sitting on the other side of the collar bone

i was born today

i excuse the ignorance i should ask for

without asking for it

earthquake told me i was excused

weirdly enough

earthquake in the world im sitting on

does he feel the earthquakes in the world he is sitting on

does his earth quakes and their's intertwined

im not talking to anyone from now on

god is not there but here

yeah i don't care

i should walk across the bone and ask the other guy

which one of us cover which earthquake

who is located below this cliff to study its effects

find out when it gets hard to live by

aye aye aye

i have something to say

nothing

all i have is 1 thing

a question

who owns me

low vibrational question

im trying to shake my earth

qqqqqqqquake

man no i don't have a question

i don't exist like it's all already been covered at an early age

i boxed god

we love each other

i recognize him

he recognizes me

like i love fucking roaring

and playing

when im not with him

i let others use my body

my being

my vices

when im not with him

my vices are in a moshpit

getting ready for the fight up there

down there

the punches i can land on god

against the punches that get me punched

im in recovery till im ill at it

im in recovery cause i am ill

at the same time im ill cause god and i spar

and boom

earthquake took all the angels not monitoring properly

and they're descending to my core

where they'll see many manner of things

and when you get to see him next

you won't get to ask them

first time?

which sucks cause mfers know now u know