Chocolate falling from the sky

she waxes her legs
but she still has urges to live as a goddess
to rip away time
and the picture it puts her in
to pound through the storm of conformity
that rules every action

she imagines heaven as chocolate
falling from the sky
she imagines that chocolate is better than sex
but she knows it is not

wandering in packs
from one church to the next
she knows where she can get redemption
or just a feeling that she's not as bad as she thinks she is
but the church is kept cold
by it's wintery past
and noone can fix the insulation

she imagines heaven is chocolate
falling from the sky
she imagines that chocolate is better than sex
she's knows it's not
but isn't afraid to ask why


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