We all friends in Earth's society
No reason to start quaking
The Society of Friends are friends
The Quakers aren't shaking
No Quaking in Rome?
Nor the Sistine Chapel?
Black smoke, White Hope
White smoke, Black Pope
Does this seem dope? Just wait,
White State, Black Faith
Black State, White Fate
The impossible a possibility and a dope bomb
Start with a Quake, make a Quaker
If its a shake, make a shaker
Where's his taker of notes
penned at the Apostolic Nunciature
He heard a friend tell a friend's friend
Its getting late; confess your faith
If you ain't straight, you'll be left by the gate
near the wall with the writing
No thunder nor lightning
while I AM walking and all
In the city of the Monk
Graffiti: Writing on the Wall
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
We all friends in Earth's society
No reason to start quaking
The Society of Friends are friends
The Quakers aren't shaking
No Quaking in Rome?
Nor the Sistine Chapel?
Black smoke, White Hope
White smoke, Black Pope
Does this seem dope? Just wait,
White State, Black Faith
Black State, White Fate
The impossible a possibility and a dope bomb
Start with a Quake, make a Quaker
If its a shake, make a shaker
Where's his taker of notes
penned at the Apostolic Nunciature
He heard a friend tell a friend's friend
Its getting late; confess your faith
If you ain't straight, you'll be left by the gate
near the wall with the writing
No thunder nor lightning
while I AM walking and all
In the city of the Monk
Graffiti: Writing on the Wall
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