madrigal
we know he’s sick. ya body, ya body.
an angel of nonsense, this dying…
god’s
inability
to memorize…
/ I will say to the maker of doors
your mother
gave birth
standing up
we know he’s sick. ya body, ya body.
an angel of nonsense, this dying…
god’s
inability
to memorize…
/ I will say to the maker of doors
your mother
gave birth
standing up

Rofl