Let Moses come to give me pills, break
the tablets of these hills upon my back and
Lot's wife on the track,
forever looking back and
turns to salted tears which trickle slowly
down across the years and surface
in some nursery rhyme.
This is not the time or place to face the demons cast from hell,
nor time to sell the rainbow coat,killed the goat or fatted calf,
this is the half life we've been waiting for,
the core of night pared with the cutting knife and in the shaft of light which bounces off the day of light
we may figure in the triple six.
I guess it's written down.
so it must be true.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
Let Moses come to give me pills, break
the tablets of these hills upon my back and
Lot's wife on the track,
forever looking back and
turns to salted tears which trickle slowly
down across the years and surface
in some nursery rhyme.
This is not the time or place to face the demons cast from hell,
nor time to sell the rainbow coat,killed the goat or fatted calf,
this is the half life we've been waiting for,
the core of night pared with the cutting knife and in the shaft of light which bounces off the day of light
we may figure in the triple six.
I guess it's written down.
so it must be true.
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