Could not dance half measure, could I?
Give me wine, I drain the dregs ans toss the empty bottle at the world.
Show me our Lord Jesus in agony,
and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms.
There I go, shuffling from the world
my dribble fresh upon a Bible
I look upon a pinhead, and I see angels dancing
Well...
Do you like me now?
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