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There is a dagger left on the set of stage played by God
Sacrifice a child or a Ram
Trust from one to another
Just a lonely old man
Asking for his son
One lives
One dies
Lord I cannot be a leaning
Just a spark in the lamp
A tried and true
Blue flame
Left old
On your map
So the will and the wind call
I just bow to be a resting piece
No problems or pain
Drops of rain
As the world
Turns its head
Run when you can
Try your best to understand
Privilege and sane
Cup it overflows
Never know
Is it oil or blood
In the halo of comfort
I go wondering which way is up
A tribute to the fallen souls
Random lays
Slow and proud
Cries out loud
Today
Sun don’t shine
Body is wrinkled and old
Just a frail old man
Taking when and where he can
Wishing that he knew the way to go
Roll a cigarette comfort and forget
As the mind strolls on by
Words are said in hurt she spreads
As the willing sleep escapes
Stars move to day
Rebels should run
But he stays
Lord I hear you inside working hard to clean my pride
I feel the joy as days roll past inevitable death waiting
Ground it calls in snow and in dreary halls
Ghosts come to play
Its verified stray upon the willing way
As the last of love comes to go home
Master and son hand in hand
Celebrate Christmas day
babe in manger
let us
for
our
souls
pray
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