The Gospel

from by Ceschi

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Make it feel better
Make it heal
Make it end, please
Baby, make it feel so good
Make it cotton candy
Oxycontin candy
I want you to know right now
I want you more right now
I want you
Maybe more than ever
Taste heaven inside you
By the time that I’m empty and quiet I realize what love can do
It can make even tame dogs violent
It’ll stare you in the face and laugh
Take away your pain then bring it back
It’ll kiss you on the lips so fast
revert you to a kid then stab your back
Told me you were searching for a God
Sounded like you were giving up
We can watch our bodies fall apart
They can call it modern art
No more need for questions
All the answers packaged
In a pretty pink form
In a pretty red form
A pretty green
Pretty
Papi hid you in the top drawer with the cottons and the stick pins
Half dead man in a living room
We were all born victims
That don’t mean shit
Nothing’s prettier to any human being than this meaningless existence
Full of wish after wish after wish
Guts all scattered on the floor, Picasso
Injured bird in your palm
We will all be fossils
But for now, let’s feel less awful
Tread lightly
Walk slow
That’s the gospel
That’s the gospel
That’s the God
I want you to know right now.

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from Sad, Fat Luck, released April 4, 2019

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