God, give us the time machine
The way the wool would flow and float around
When we walked free and were let be
Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Lord
You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
With prayer and hope
God, You are our Time Machine
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Know I slipped away
Missed us intolerably
As you remained gone
From time to time
I plan to lament, to pity-party, to languish-unapologetic-like, the daylong, in regret and angst.
When dawn of some new era calls, I’ll hear it’s hearken, I’ll know it’s finally time I arise from the rain and fog.
‘Til that day, you’re cursed, Mountain, you’re soul-sold, Hollow, you’re a kind woman’s Relic and Shame.
****************** Some bowl of cherries
If you are just Pain
Too many nights
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Bring him back
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourselfI love you, Lisa
Say that instead
And you believe it
You go on and grow
Keep the hope, you musthearted people told me
his harem and the hell of it
O, Ego
God gave me this house
go or stay, either way
I’m hurting today
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