Just a man in a box
Around him the rocks
Below him the mud and ontop is a fox
He can push it right threw
End up in the dew
drowns by the day but by night only pray
Well then
Spare me your ax
Bring the nails and planks
brining women in tow
A precession we go
Today is the day that un righteous blood flow
No matter the spatter of tears. Bring the ladder
Lay the planks in the order. From tallest to shorter
And their you can nail the man to the corners
No cross for this cause. Only pain and sharp saws.
Every plank shall be cut. By the seam and then tossed
If you were so kind cut the seam by the spine where the heart it still beats.
Across the chest not the feet
Pleaded the mother of Crete
Make it quick
So the pieaces are fresh for the tomb
In the lime God can find even men who were sown.
This business of death what a horrible stench
Cut the boy up so that I can repent
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
Just a man in a box
Around him the rocks
Below him the mud and ontop is a fox
He can push it right threw
End up in the dew
drowns by the day but by night only pray
Well then
Spare me your ax
Bring the nails and planks
brining women in tow
A precession we go
Today is the day that un righteous blood flow
No matter the spatter of tears. Bring the ladder
Lay the planks in the order. From tallest to shorter
And their you can nail the man to the corners
No cross for this cause. Only pain and sharp saws.
Every plank shall be cut. By the seam and then tossed
If you were so kind cut the seam by the spine where the heart it still beats.
Across the chest not the feet
Pleaded the mother of Crete
Make it quick
So the pieaces are fresh for the tomb
In the lime God can find even men who were sown.
This business of death what a horrible stench
Cut the boy up so that I can repent
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