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In playing chess with death Keep your visions in check Scream to the high heavens And get a moral bellyache Serpents flutter in the sky Dragons from another planet Their song like fire spewed And everyone loves their tune A juggler’s ball Suspended in midair Death disguised as priest Your confession he bears The mustard seed moved the mountain But my mountain is a demon who won’t budge I’m in need of a miracle lever That’s as silent as a heart’s grudge
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
The Final Hour
In playing chess with death Keep your visions in check Scream to the high heavens And get a moral bellyache Serpents flutter in the sky Dragons from another planet Their song like fire spewed And everyone loves their tune A juggler’s ball Suspended in midair Death disguised as priest Your confession he bears The mustard seed moved the mountain But my mountain is a demon who won’t budge I’m in need of a miracle lever That’s as silent as a heart’s grudge
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
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