Milo - Young Jesus

He sees your daughter in a sundress

Eating oranges alone

He feels the love of a father

A love his brother ignored

But he is fumbling with a bottle

Cause it makes sense just to hold

But don’t you worry while he’s using

It just helps everything slow

The robotics of a system

Built of neurons and bile

Regurgitate a type of matter

A sort of natural dye

He paints his face and feels a brightness

Glowing brighter inside

The cave he built out of the thorax

Of the organist’s hide

Milo’s chewing on a plant

That he bought ages ago

It tastes something like aloe vera

But it closes his throat

And when he’s done becomes a prophet

Sings the world as its shown

But he is not the first to sing

The overwhelming unknown

All the birds singing

All the plants growing

All the wind blowing

All the bugs crawling

All the birds breaking

All the plants dying

All the wind crawling

And the blood flowing

And the waves breaking

With the birds singing

And the plants speaking

To the wind dying