Floodplains

(inspired by ch. 4 v. 20 from the book of Luke)

i rolled up a scroll on
the side of the road
smoked half and was woahed
and i have to unload odes
and my troubles onto others
does fire still burn
as its smothered
beneath bullshittin' halfwit
holy-oh-yodellin' hypocrits in the mix?
and it boggles my brain
like rome lookin' for membranes
on floodplains

if peace leaves
on her white horse
will a chorus from the porch of a florist
outsource or endorse us?
because the beast slays
to a dark score
with a choir full of liars
and a harpsichord
he twisted up that train
he punctures pipelines
to see em spill when it rains
into the river

and mary was my hostess
and oh she had the most kissed
cat on the block
and chronic toxoplasmosis
but she sang to me
and she showed me gnosis
but you boggle my brain
and i roam lookin for good grains
on floodplains