1890
6.63
4.iii.25
this man would be
the weather
emboldened to boys be boys
respected for a curse
and that makes us the edge
we’re not waiting anymore
the climate has changed
he is a lie from the bible we’re living
our climate, right or wrong
fate’s instrument among the free
scourge of the forest
fiend of seas
he built the wall to tomb up
he is the end of days
and there was love like the country we’re from
so shallow in the scheme
implacable flint
the unheart of the world
oh daddy oh daddy
we know it now
that last violent thrust
unwanted, was you
this is the little time we have
all bow down to pray
we make the usual excuses
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