The flesh just won’t go away;
it feels so close when at bay.
With a bubble and pop
my flesh just hiccups
and my heart guiltily throbs away.
It’s like it can’t stand to wait;
it won’t shut up or abate.
So excuse me please,
my heart vents it’s disease.
Its gross, yes, I know, but I ask you, just tolerate.
I can tell by the presence of flesh
that I’ve been using “Brand Xsssssss.”
There’s evil inside,
it bulges with pride,
the Spirit and flesh cannot coexist.