Glory to God and all of His children. I am among the holiest of them. On Butter Hill She made me feel that nothing else mattered. I loved her breast her face and her laughter. On Butter Hill I must like to fall because that is all all that I do for these local girls. Lord can you help me if I like to fall. There lies my heart the one I surrendered. It felt like gold until it all ended. On Butter Hill Truth is a light that I could not handle. With my can of Hamms I started that ritual. On Butter Hill I must like to fall because that is all all that I do, fall after fall. A beautiful lady a labor to quench me a God with His mercy I must like to fall. So glory to God and all of His soldiers wounded by girl maimed in the suburbs. On Butter Hill