So your body is a temple...
Your yawn beckons a chasm
(No doubt the queen of darkest alleys)
And utters a sleepy spasm
From your lungs and pagan valleys
Where apathetic are the saints
Who worship what each idol paints
I have never been moved by any a sermon
Of second hand grace
And communion bourbon.
Maverick
10:25 AM
(No doubt the queen of darkest alleys)
And utters a sleepy spasm
From your lungs and pagan valleys
Where apathetic are the saints
Who worship what each idol paints
I have never been moved by any a sermon
Of second hand grace
And communion bourbon.
Maverick
10:25 AM
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