Poison ivy grows
I'm a patient sufferer
I like to praise the gospel
and have my limbs pruned like ivy
A warm fuzzy pain
I have a bridle in my mouth and no desire but to bow my head
Gentleness is a soft touch with the capability to
burrow into your chest like a tame maggot
Glorious
"...I like to praise the gospel
and have my limbs pruned like ivy
A warm fuzzy pain..."
Sophistocated composition this - allets -
Burrow
Only feral maggots have tried