roses can be red
violets aren’t fucking blue
this is an actual correct poem
bottom line: i’d like to fuck you
I don’t think Church talking to himself is that big of a deal. Human minds talk to themselves literally all the time to help you sort out problems or feelings and come up with solutions. Hell even to help you decide what you want to eat.
That’s what it feels like he’s doing. I of course don’t know how he’s ideally supposed to operate, but that thought process seemed pretty controlled and natural to me.