there's_a_whole_lot_of_love_in_you crOwl he's everywhere and nowhere he's invisible, the perfect god. he hears my thoughts and calls them prayers, he rally cries and never lies, his truth burns my heart to ash. my soul is a piece of paper he's made from spit and chewed up wood and what he writes on me is like wine spilled, like a tattoo. 060507 what's it to you? who go blather from