O Simping Soul
O' simping soul stop seekin' peace,
Trudge to her garden there it is!
Ramble bare foot,
Yruth's all around 'n' there's no one to brag,
Your love washed the thorns
and blunted the jags!
Step in the bland tousled grass with wide arms apart,
You stepped into the ballium of her heart!
Manage not to stagger again on the cobblestone,
Synonym to the problems that are been gone!
Settle on a seat,
Clean and pure are very few,
She's christ or a church,
and her lap's a pew!
Let her lips move around,
Till the universe's brim's bound,
The love grass and dew goes through
soul first and body's second to do!
Heave your love
Tresspass the hedges of the world,
Turmoil people, wilted mindsets,
Don't do much ignorance is the best!
Run Hastily or stay comatose,
Your love will resonate in the cosmos!