So there he lies at the last, the death bed convert
the piest de la Vorchi I could not dance half a measure
could I give me wine and id drain the dregs and toss the
empty bottle at the world, show me are lord Jesus in agony
and Id mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms.
There I go shuffling form the world my dribble fresh upon the bible I
look upon a pin head and I see angles dancing. Well do you like me now?
Do you like me now? Do you like me…now?


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