Dirt Nap
Azazel’s dead body rose because Azazel was never alive. I am alive and this is also about me. Highly sensitive persons are angels. Let’s give a shoutout to softness. Humans please touch me until I grow an adapter. Fetch my dopamine blanket, the moon is in Aries is in crisis. Azazel rose. Azazel was colored bright orange. The nozzle they twist on your lips when you die makes your spirit arcade off its hinges. The body turns colors that a spirit underneath your spirit always wanted to be. Azazel was cantaloupe. Azazel was tangerine. Break my spirit I say break it now on a grave or over the edge of a casket. You will see it was only a blemish.