From the gallows
Birds fly
Sweet morning springs
A thistle bag swings
Pasted is your tongue
Behold the sunrise
Our thoughts are chopped
Into a million shimmering pieces
Mothers love is like her milk
Dried inside and gone
With you now a man
Dawning a new tattoo
Being delivered up
The pride of the street
Swells on your skin
All the particles of the universe
Will never surrender
Innocence is a grain cast away
Six O clock, church bells ring
Six O one, angels sing
There is time in the ever after
Hell hears the screams
Heaven the laughter
RDS
THE SECOND
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