God is good like...

God is good like...

God is good like the sorrows of the morning marinara sky
Where weirs drift apart and undue times collide
Humble abodes trees of figment figurations
I in the woodchopper there can be no more half of half ghost writer talks in his sleep split the mismerie/mise of agitation wonders of the tree fig known world harrier attack the bombers are coming this is no portent visage of hair can you feel me I am slipping through the hairs of oblivion no time to talk only listen look there is a voice of hatred I see a star of skies pale with wonder museum of accost grooming kit sword of abolition dissolution there can be only one winner