Mortal Coil
Mortal coil to shuffle off,
up to the lord, almighty God,
have that bridge, sometime to cross,
ankle deep in mortal dross,
never mind the bloody cost,
till the veil do part, we plod,
on cloven hoof , unshod,
lonesome n the lost...
Don Johnson
thanks Carolyn
love it mate canters through the gate,
like a straight left to the head,
we seem to suffer here ol mate,
till the lord does strike us dead....
bit of a hell planet this one methinks....Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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