Here on out

Before you go

There are stains on your tongue
they’ve been there for too long.
when you pray, its bad breath,
good to you, becomes death

Be mindful of your eyes
you see all the wrong things
“even in truth, they’re lies”
“even in good, live sins?”

Before you go, cleanse your mind
Take time to treat things that drown
my love is one of rare kind.
Before you go, cleanse your mind

Ruddapoet