STICKS AND CARROT.

Its in sex we know God is real, its is never in the first skin we peel.

Sticks and carrot, he called me a harlot for squeezing his balls.

Its in sex we know God is real, it’s never in the first skin we peel.

Or the signs we couldn’t see, I want you! My gates are ajar.

25th is far, fill me up till am no longer sad of people, money and markets.

Music, Italian treats. Pizza, Russian cream. Black is an attitude of power.

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