The Ghost On My Ceiling
By yourmeltingsnowman
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Dear spirit,
I'm from France
And i'm a fucking queen
I'm so panda strong
But I think horses are okay as well
I'm laser guided by God
And women with perms like Jesus
But I think the devil isn't red
He isn't red, so please tell God so
Dear spirit,
I am engulfed by a terror of my own ordinariness
That you have left me alone with
But with shafts of light
That sometimes grace the corners of my room
Dear spirit,
Am I another statistic?
Because statistics often lie
But what I speak is truth to me
This is truth to me
Dear spirit,
I am left out of the right field,
Straight after the middle of nowhere
Are your wings failing you?
Draw your sword, because I am afraid
Dear spirit,
Cosmic messenger,
If this is the price to pay
Rather than being followed by forty ducks for the rest of my life,
Then I am willing to pay it
Gentle spirit,
There are seven angels standing around the side of my bed
But with your hand in mine,
I am no longer scared
I'm not scared
And I was right, you aren't red
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