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Day: May 22, 2018
David played and it pleased the Lord
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
Then love itself was gone
I heard there was a sacred chord
There’s no-one left to torture
We don’t like babies, anyhow.
But does it have to come so cruel, so very bright?
It pleased the Lord
A sacred chord
We’ve seen the Nations rise and fall
We’re just the little Jews who wrote the Bible
Jesus was a sailor
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom
Only drowning men could see him
That’s no way to say,goodbye
I have tried in my way to be free.
I swear by this song and by all I’ve done wrong
Dance me to the end of love
Climb on your tears and be silent
Oh, broken love.
Gentle this soul
The sun give over to splendour
Bless the continuous stutter
Of the Word being made into flesh
The Ball
Is this a real talent or a lie?
Mountains
I made this from a photo by my nephew,Copyright
Blythburgh Church
My early efforts in Suffolk UK
It’s a kind of evolution that’s begun
My finger nails keep breaking,they’re so thin
And my hair has forty partings,love has gone
It’s falling out,I looks like an old cat
There is no glory as it is so flat
I don’t know if my skin will will join in too
We need more protein, eggs and vindaloo.
The Indian ladies’ hair looks very glam
Rubbed with olive oil and brushed out femme
Why don’t we wear hats and veils when out
Convert to Islam, with a hijab flaunt.
Mystery attracts the aging man
Wear silk clothes or nothing if you can
Our God is hair and so we sacrifice
Days and weeks of out eternal life
Bones knitting
Why not do more exercise, it’s fun
Come to Gaza, with the sea and sun
Run away from bullets, here they come
Butterflies are bullets and they’re bombs
Bombs don’t have to weigh a million tons
Why not do more running, it’s such fun
It makes us women dash from those big guns
Tear gas makes us cry till overcome
Run away from bullets; watch them come~~
It’s a kind of evolution that’s begun
Wiping out the inferior type of man
Why not see bones knitting, it’s such fun
It’s enough to change a harlot to a nun
See the children savaged now and them
Dart away from bullets, Hate again
Many’ve left us for the world to come
The God is harsh ans cold, he’s called Vulcan
Why not do more exercise, it’s fun
Running from those bullets, gassed and stunned