some kind of spirituality

motorcycle wrappings and oogie boogie dugs
red white and yellow fire in brand new stages
jesus spoke from his tortured upside down
in the lava lamp reflection on my window
he screamed and bled and called my name
begging me to lick his wounds to heal
both his spirituality and my physical
leaving to rule the world
in conflicted chaos

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