Awakening…
You put a brick inside my mouth
And threw me in the ground,
Hoping I would never
Come around again.
Put a sickle
Round my neck,
And prayed to God
That I stay dead…
But I’m awake
And I remember
Everything.
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Old Faith…
I was born asleep
into the land of sheep,
Where God was King and
E V E R Y T H I N G
was in His Holy keep.
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