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Jean Norma Bless The Martyr Kiss The Child

Your eyes, your concrete eyes Cross crisscross my path Walking in circular patterns Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal I need not your wicked weapons

Leech, leech with two daughters Give, give they cry Her name is, she is a liar I refuse to be hers, a liar A kiss from her is one of the grave Of the

Run far away from what you have created You have created this drama Dancing around the truth My God rain down power My God rain down fire War With these

tried a bracelt made of gold And a scarlet thread around her wrist Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs "Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss

Time can kill the greatest of men Even the strongest find themselves on the floor It doesn't have to be this way Time keeps moving on and on Fragile time

It feels so good up to my skin, yeah One more mile and it is sinkin' in I have tried to make mine a tree, yeah And not have so much of me, no God has