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Saline Grace
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From The Fruit Of The Womb, The Liveliness And The Fatigue
The fruit of the womb is still strong For the firstborn in Mary's arms Will learn the pure child's play In gentle embraces of the world Where that swampy and creeping water Of that obscure existence Washes its glutinous streams Around the heir's expectant bones
But the firstborn In Mary's arms Will learn the Pure child's play
The liveliness is a whore For the trialed digs deep The faithful will's spade into The deepest dungeons of devotion Where that will to live is being Sucked out of human bodies As a fee for their shortly Lasting light-heartedness Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
But the trialed digs deep The faithful will's spade Into the deepest dungeons Of devotion
The fatigue's eye is a friend For the enraptured loses his meagre home Smouldering in the embers Of too long digging hands Where that agony is prepared To give a new home Buried underneath the ruins Of its suffocating power
But the enraptured loses His meagre home Smouldering in the embers Of too long digging hands
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