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Pardon the cardiac; arrest me for speaking too blatantly. The words I choose to speak both crimson red and leak. Can you smell my truth? I smell ink. Here's a small gesture, through the rata-tat steel pipes and ting-ting raindrops bleeding from the sky on my tin can ceiling- spread my ashes on a piece of toast, butter n' honey Feed it to the lonely, poor, beaten and homely. Feed me to the ****** Fill their hearts and eyes with tears. Let them repent for oh, these pitiful, wasted years. Let them rejoice! My embalming fluid blood preserve their life. Feed them my Eucharist, my body, my light.
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
The Body of Christ
Pardon the cardiac; arrest me for speaking too blatantly. The words I choose to speak both crimson red and leak. Can you smell my truth? I smell ink. Here's a small gesture, through the rata-tat steel pipes and ting-ting raindrops bleeding from the sky on my tin can ceiling- spread my ashes on a piece of toast, butter n' honey Feed it to the lonely, poor, beaten and homely. Feed me to the ****** Fill their hearts and eyes with tears. Let them repent for oh, these pitiful, wasted years. Let them rejoice! My embalming fluid blood preserve their life. Feed them my Eucharist, my body, my light.
nicholas-alexander
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
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