OL TIME RELIGION

Ol' time religion, see
A planet, a similar big love, pretty negro blood
To dance on glass for crumbs
Imprisoned in slick raining matrix like grinding bones on brains
Silent by the gourd, waiting for the mouth [?]
Gestating one in the void to openin' the door for new moon
Metals brush my ankles [?]
I have walked tides and crescents for a long time
I want to go yonder, past noose timelines
Touch my lips to a [?] that can give me a name
[?] in my bread
Jesus like the immortality feeding drums
Name self-cure sound by the good word resting on black debt
Oh, velvet gospel, gospel of sequin skies
Ooh, good word, a phoenix [?]
Oh, [?] dance
Ooh, ruptures of deified runes and inshrined lamentations
Oh, daughters of wanton dishonor
Squatting bare-ass and [?]
In heaving rivers, drowning baby fathers
And rolling sirens, oh, loud as pills of laughter
Shifting plates off planetary shells, one by one