too many boat like jets

im not driving this back any other way. this time we'll start over. even if this must be set on fire. ill keep this tied. from the morning breath till the last night. ill make alright. between the heart of an ox and a muscle cycle of flesh. lies you, a sliver of whats to come of the residue in the hell bound of the fat. you will be washed away. forgotten. as if you have never existed. ill bury you six feet under hell. ill even give you time to pray. where did your sun go? you seemed to have lost tension. this has just ended. in love and faith.