The hope inside, a meanstruck preen
The Truth is it's a greener thing Walling Wall-less heedless sky Cycling through all eyes Aye-Aye And we all weep and we all pray Our differences distorting; fray O Holy human "enemy" G*d helps need each other, plea: Whatever I might do to thee Will already be done to me Don't help the devil in his glee By coming in with death to me You're writing both our eulogies Death is no ones friend (you'll see) Don't shake his hand for anything Your Mystics know the Holy tree; The highest order? Ever-green.
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