For I confront thine presence

Where I walk I stand holding its divine hand. Can you see for he stills is limp the hands still bleed so stand and kneel upside down and plead join our asylum of beheaded patron saints. Give us your tongue we deposit this magic mushroom from a plate. The tongue will be deprived of its decreasing faith. For break the ribs of the woman headed green sandpiper. cast out into the pit in the cloud for liars and to the cleaning dark matter may they make there birds cage crack and shatter.