The Sky Father

Clocks splatter decide faster. Question the heat rising the arm badger. Underneath the steaming rain I contemplate the art of pain. Consolidate the running race, we end centuries of wasted blame. Faith is solid waste, the end of days. Demons speak to me in dreams beyond the fade. Trace salt mines, atoms divide. Heal the sky with silver fur and wolf hide. I became the changing tide. March for dimes they want quarters. Half my life I am beyond all borders. My destination is my mind's state. Elevated intercession, do not question who is your reverend. I am The Bishop of Bizarre you count spades I see stars. We plated our rivers in the yard, they bathe like water makes them Gods.