I Don't Like Spiders

I lied about many things but you are not one of them.
I went home to finish my writing he was still there and all the wars seesed to think in knowing they where about that one person and his love. All the enemies saw they where fighting for something wrong all that knew you where angry at me.

She makes wars complicated but dont we know we all love talking about ourselves.
I have lied about many things but you are not one of them she said.
Putting her black hat on my head and holding me in my arms.
I have lied about many things to protect them but white is not one of them.

She slowed her speach and gave up and laid on the ground. Its hard to live because I have lied about many things but now you are one of them again.
He is not but the devil has been with me my whole life not liking the truth about that I end up with kidknap me clark without the lost heros in its eyes or convinced i dont like people because he doesnt like me.
The smell of apple creations fill the air in the house and i block out the situation again.
I have lied about many things but you are not one of them. I miss the cabbage patch kid. he made that she wants to tear me apart for.

Its a strange thing being called from hell because something different is over shqdowed by something from hell its being told you cant think that way without getting your head put on a stick but hey.
I have lied about many things but you are not one of them. Christmas is coming and im going to buy her a tea set and a music box as well as various trinkets to keep for me and him as i write her poetry and put on temparary tatoos convinced everything happens for a reason except in this house.

I lied about many things but you are not one of them. meet me behind the old oak tree in fear of thee for you and my old for die to be. Fear me for god is life and death... But i always loved the prayer for ever lasting life with you.

I have lied about many things but your father. Is not one of them.

Your friend the spider quick to be pushed over and fried by the hot industrial sun.

Montanaman · M

Spider's lurk in the depths of evil minds, creeping and crawling just under the skin of darkness.
I do not like spiders, and you are not one of them.
I've lied to the best of me, to her, to him, but I do not lie in this place, in this space.
The devil knows my secrets, but then again God knows the devil's. It's Him, who has me safe in his web, it's Him who gives me words to feast when hungry. But still, I do not like spider's. Not even a little bit.