Sucking Stones - Gods Without Names

Sucking Stones- gods Without Names gods without names make for perfect sucking stones Licking the dirt around them on the ground in gray No faces, sounds or animation Imagination is astounding Stones never move alone Stand there with no fan fare solid as a rock Waiting for care and prayers Love your stones but never name them Line them up in rows of seven Rain will come if it comes to purify Sucking stones are free and come from nature No flavor to speak of but minerals shine in abundance Let them rest on Tuesdays Never ever chew your gods If they dissolve in the mouth so what The end is near Stones don't grow on trees, can't be replaced gods without names have no leaves or diseases End up on beaches in Brazil under palm trees