Hashtag Justice - watermelons

I need your hands to heal me again

The halls of justice once painted green

The wark of rockets have come undone

Lightness in a world dipped in white

Sophisticated words that don't appeal

And loss of state is the fact

That I've given it my best

They say give it more

I said 440 mill be enough

The wretched that hath come

Through pundits and tunics

staring at Mona Lisa's that have

Sprayed similar to endless nuns

He surpasses the fear of birds

Through all his brothers have

Suffered while being in a position of being

Restless amongst all of satans headstorms

But I need your hands to heal me again

To bring me forth to take the light and end

Words wallowing in the pits bright as the birds

Kick in the angels to be the digestive succumbed

To be just a bunch of racist beginnings in a jumble

A hurdle massive she would seek if she could

Do it alone well who the fuck exited her night

Nobody so here I am

Your hands your hands your hands they welter

Shelter those birds have my fear for I am the hunger

In a open day when all towns close past just a funky long weekend damn hell yeah whoa yo whoa

Take my hand we off to never never land

Babies scroll with one eye open wrapped

Parcelled up please escape escape to somewhere

It be sad to see his map so poor

reach the outskirts of filth and maybe a dive into the reflective shadows is at hand so pundits tell me

Again will I be denied or freed as you and me

See more dirty monas moaning in pleasure filled agony

Busting the deep right out of town

Right out of town will the hands of justice hear

Or is hearing all that's put my stalkers of yesterday

That wrote books and triggered through the timeless

Kisses so passionate so sweet to her navel to see

In turmoil they receive flaunting their lips that's at the right end if they had any more a crowd we would savor

So please let thw saviour go please get the fuck forward

Locomotion through with hands held back guiding the angel less night floating filth to the other side where keys is all she has , justice a rental joke it remains a joke in a maze of courtrooms it's rental takes your turmoils away well there's a lot to go better know .to good whoa oh whoa mentioning the fifty stateds of gold , one miss ,