on god

universe expanding like my understanding coming in low on the landing gotta pull the yoke back so we can hit the tarmac I wish this life would cut me some slack or stop knocking me over so I can get my feet back put the seat back and hit the gas head first right into the trash like where the raccoons at turn the page different chap traverse the globe red crosses all over the map feeling on the top of the world and then feeling like I need to take a nap I put both feet forward, but it's a fucking trap hands up ready to slap any demon in the chat and u can put that on God considered a fact