Full well I know that I must be
condemned to death's eternity,
it is not feasible there'd be
a holy place reserved for one
so tainted with impiety,
a creature that not God nor man
nor other creatures prize,
a sinner and a failure
in my loving saviour's eyes,
one who rather is despised
for being what I am.
Thus was my state just yesterday,
but now my fears have rolled away;
I'm up again, my saviour's near
and I am tanked with foaming beer
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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