Pumped From Above

I went on the bus today
He is on each bus always
Walked the dog to town today
Walked the dog to town today
And heard nothing
Booming
God cannot be softening
He beats strong with iron wings
Kneeling sporty chest pumping
Before the Alpha-lord
He’ll flex his muscles of love
There’s no bigger boy
To gather under

For I
I am ready to be that boy
Who can struggle with lust
And being pure
And how far to go with a girl
And be backslapped
Man of God
Pumped from above

I’d bite my hand In offering
At least to still me
The body aches
For useless things
The priest would tell me
I’d bite my hand
Then easy I’d swing
Them by my side
The taste, disgusting

For I
I am ready to be that boy
Who can struggle with lust
And being pure
And how far to go with a girl
And be backslapped
Man of God
Pumped from above
Cocked and aimed at the right things

Maybe he’s not riddled with stubble
Maybe he is smooth as a pebble
Maybe he was always a mother
Wrest into the role of another

Can’t say it sure
One way or more