The big arms do not understand them

The big arms do not understand them


That you are on the podium

for them
It is a story of girls

And you're not a girl

Shit then

They are true do not have beauty

But have sacred fire

And your backgrounds give them green light carte blanche on everything

I do not tell you not to have hair

But to find you

you

Who wants to be

The only one in the world

After god

For God is in the image of man

And man
it's you

Ps I'm in a rage NO against you
But against the carrier

Who is envious of you
jealous
And who said no

Not the girl

and that
THAT REMAINS THROUGH THE THROAT desolate