He's a lyrical geniusWith a spherical thesisAnd a clerical greennessHe was not sent to free usHe is, will be, and has been usGoddess on the mountaintop VenusAs a matter of convenienceWhen he sleeps he stays dreamlessWhich results in a meannessThrough his veins, intravenousHis blood comes between usBut the scene screams in sweetnessAnd when leafland is leaflessAnd the universe's beneath usHis love will redeems usWe'll rise and praise Jesusi mean come on now that's fire
not music
mainstream slop
NOT music
music
>>128508228
it's music tho
>>128506379refer to >>128508341