The earth is a tree
The depth is a ditch
The helped is a snitch
The head is a king
I know two men
One is a boy, the other a man
I know two girls
One is a cross-dress, the other is a transgender
We all know who we are
But we know not who we can
The possibilities of morphi-cation
. is as morphy as the word love is
She lives as a harlot now
Flirting with thoughts that can't pay the bills
She lives as a harlot now
Morphing into what she really isn't
She is fighting the Lord
Armed with thoughts and rebellion clothed as religion
I am dieing in love now
I can see you
I can see you, I cry
She knows I can see her now
That Part of her she has tried so hard to hide
Her private parts, the non-pornographic labia
Oh my God, she is man
She has a strenght but she was to be a girl
She fights so hard
But I know my love
I know what she is capable of
I know she died
I still don't know what killed her
My friends says she stinks
I say I'm Mary, her Magdalene
We have a friend, His name is... You know it
We'll stay here
One stinking, one crying
I'm choked, help me, I am drunk
The stench is a perf
My thoughts will forever this scents
When I open her hearts, to pour the stories of our lives
But let's hope it's a comedy
Let's hope you were
Let this not be a Jack tell a story of rose
Let it be a Mum and Dad
I don't care if it's with other 'Men'
Just "Come Forth", Answer Us.