Interminable
12-30-15
Now is the time to heal
By my potion serving as my exalted interminable
Ambiguous
Fallen to silence
Relenting to the viewing of violence
Truly this is a grief that leadeth to my joy
Autochthonous
Going native to the mainland
God has me awake at this hour for a reason
Behold the noise of the bruit
Is come with a great commotion
Indiginous, yes it's time
We are not alone
It's the narrow entrance
Coming around O, Lord
I know that the way of man is not in himself
As a lamb before his shearer is silent...
Appendage
12-30-15
To take advantage like a spider helpless
For our French philosophers and historians
Scarlet rhymes with harlot
And whoredom rhymes with boredom
As in God there is no such thing
O, Baksheesh
Bake me a biscuit
Another memorandum
Another holiday to not be there
To refuse the proposition
Our appurtinence, our appendage
We're always coming back for more
For out outtopping
O, Lord correct me if I am wrong
The reason why I write this song
Not in thine anger
Lest thou bring me to nought
Go near and overtake the chariot....
Sarin (Nerve Gas)
12-30-15
Never satisfied, always one more
Pour out your fury upon the heathen
That know thee not, namely me
In times like these
Jesus wept over such a saying
Because he wants me to live out my faith
And not be just words
For lions in prides
For cattle and herds
It's your turn to pray
Believe it to be and so shaking
Be just as it is
O, Sarin of Cholinecterase
O, star of hope and star of glory
Shine your light on this half made man
God has me awake at this hour for a reason...
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