I am like his song

So passionate

So gay

Screaming Amen at the top of my lungs

But ever so in pain

From breaking my neck

For bending

For being a boomerang instead of an arrow

For grating my tonsils

Until blood could cover a canvas of white

Like Christ dripped from his cross

But I’d still continue to sing for his and your glory

Because I need someone to take me to church.

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