A Brief Article Regarding Time Loops

As I wash your body, I will fill hell with you With your every limb in any consequence With your bones attached to my collared shirt Impulse items of conquest dives Dripping with the matricide of comparable bungee chord static (Provider available!) Severe my inflatable crucifix My favorite necktie (Lord, rid me of my word vomit) My sourness, my bitter red My constant need to feel like I'd be better off dead All of this pushes you down in your seat This sky writer pattern that you let repeat Don't spell it out Or speak my name To get the desired affect Spirit, Ignore Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor (In your moral panic with a thousand doors) (How a cycle treats you) Like you're a cold sore Pagans mocking Biography Written with lightning (Put it on the tracks, pray the train's your friend) Your legs are shaking To the unforetold Justice is served Everyone remembers their first experience with deja-vu For her, it was her first grade art teacher saying "These shouldn't look like octopuses" To the class while they were painting trees "You said that in my dream!" she exclaimed Believing her experience to be nothing but a subconscious escapade She then realized her response was also part of the "dream" 30 years later, she felt this way 800 times over Like she had been here before Repeating the same actions day in and day out Shatter everything, sever all your ties Give the sand a new home inside your cavities Obey the homily, jerk off in your car Kick up pollen while you drive back to the living quarters Don't spell it out Or speak my name To get the desired affect Spirit, Ignore! (Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor) In your moral panic with a thousand doors How a cycle treats you Like a cold sore Stand and watch This is what you did with the one life you had You ruined it I want to earn this moment I want to work my way back I want to start over I want to start over The angels are all the same The owls are not what they seem (Start over)