this has nothing to do with you

and you had to butt in - your stinky ass is not aroma: but you do not notice since you're never aware. did you know the star is light years from here? here is this instant, already gone as our handshakes means - bile being stored in a lovely secret, you tell me this all has to do with heaven's will. why is heaven stinking? then you tell me it is blasphemy, though i say it is the saints dying for a cause. you take out the machine gun, i guess this means talk is over, you tell me hell yeah! i tried to retreat without waking the babies, because they never deserved this hell shit hole you've brought both of us in to. you claim it is not your fault. i decline. i took out my funny wings, the misty crown you say is my wishful thinking: as if. as if. heaven could smell differently when all this time. i only heard heaven once, and it came with claws and grunts - your ass is the entrance of heaven. i could not disagree more, i called it a shit hole. you beamed. i guess when heaven is shit, i must really be out of my mind to try you otherwise.