Love Hasn't Been the Same Sense (Since)

Punctured the structure of this holy-day and out of it altered chocolate bled because you shun backward love like evolution 

In a communious keepsake we unlocked heirloom chastity, we ingested pew pills to be schooled on a sacred views of intercourse 

On my knees I preyed differently, feasting from her pearl juice like canned fruit and fluently speaking in tongues until she seized control 

Took from a passage of her body language, in pro-verb scripture I read she awaited consumption of my god body like first sundays

Tell us what love is, all this time she and I were under the impression it didn't exist like Big Foot covered Loch Ness tracks

We found it in the confusion of mispronounced evil they had backward, and though we did live, love was grammatically appeasing to our senses

Tied empty can goods to the ends of an umbilical cord so our child's play could speak volumes into our ears changing tunnel vision into tunnel hearing

We've fallen from grace, sloven, because even within sen (sin) love was present 

To be loved my beloved and I made bed love on love seats lovely and though ly (lie) is on the end there's no fabrication

We reincarnated after life, when our souls mate benevolent spirits erupt from our kind hearts