Out On The Sea (For Free)
5-30-20
Trying too hard to awaken and we're there
Born on Friday
Yet I might be mistaken
As many thou slain him out west today
To answer alive eyes lying in the rain
Where it's an injury and envoy one is Ephratha among Syrophoneicians
In many what if's will work out Van tune best as one to keep up the gladness
For our Talisha Cumi and alone thy at live as we can know it
In the time we have to spare caring for caditoleine
And on the fourth watch we walk out onto the sea for free....
Ephphatha
5-30-20
In the midmost of us
And tracks to limn awake
Mama, it's getting so hard Amen and Amen
Additives ajar hearing into my inmost soul
Like one grand hooded phantom
To many we have purpose for petty pavagonian sights
As to still interrelate as to itinerant thy midmost of us in love the utmost
Healer to slay me to my purpose not just going through the motions
Of quarantine morganatic and heraldic emotions
Lin Limimal on the timber tenacious
For the wrath of God revealed in circles
Like a seventh hill in the dip....
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