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Correct Morning Becomes Apoplectic, A Follower's Prayer Lyrics
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Rhys Langston
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Correct Morning Becomes Apoplectic, A Follower's Prayer
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Clock ticks are irrelevant Settlement, the present tense Deed is an exegesis With a felt-tipped rhetoric Scratch and sniff These ashy palms Smoking desert kiss Placebo christened with that Flick of the wrist I’ve been in sediment of the Epoch’s layers deep Carbon copy of my Like page’s physique A play count as oblique All scriptures written cut out Of my abdomen and sewn back With Rap Genius caesarian annotation Marginal status With the noose in the lattice Unconscionable praxis Theoretics on my axis spin cycle Raining high heavens on my mattress Drool-stricken mornings Waking up to crusted mouth fractures Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures All sense spent on well wishing Forgive me for all— Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures All sense spent on well wishing Forgive me for all— Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all— I know I won’t be recognized today I’m a plot device Dim foil headdress Refracting upon the headlights Curved dialogue when protagonists sleep I’m still up at night Framed in unbeknownst But rehearsed speech Crushed dolomite Reading rights to obsequious pardons of French exits When mornings become apoplectic And slept-on electronica Fills a vacuum I seek the circumspect Keep my eyes wet in this Moving traffic fishbowl My optics are shifted 24 hours In length to catalogue droll Not an allegory to [Sic] better circumstances A drip-line gushing Missing pair of blood lancelets But a metaphor to [Sic] Elementary probabilities Second chances spun on Quixotic windmills An allusion to a minor key But an anaphora to [Sic] a trudged speed A permit to [Sic] that concealed weapon I am my own epinephrine I’m an inverted apostrophe addressed to No possession A series of quotations attributed to Bold-faced irrelevance Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures All sense spent on well wishing Forgive me for all— Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all these scriptures All sense spent on well wishing Forgive me for all— Forgive me for all these scriptures Forgive me for all— I know I won’t be recognized today As I bolt my head up to rise In this time trial I humbly seek significance Quantifiable in numbers That one of import may walk through turnstiles And recirculate my thoughts most worthwhile For those in action of Insights, audience, and reach I ask forgiveness for all these scriptures All sense spent on well wishing Minute hands holding hours Self-immolating auto-da-fés In the shower In the name of the non-gendered parent Offspring, and all-encompassing spirit of Wifi I do ask and beseech
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