Last night, i placed his heart in a yellow speedo and gave him the rubber crown of a manipulator. He layed down his arms, turned away from god, and got wrapped in another fee of bail. Through his green-bedroom eyes, all I can see is the stolen life, he will never gain back. Nothing good comes to an all-american, rapist dream. The more he hides away, the more his velvet touch becomes another wasted christian death. wish I could save you