Psalm Forty-Two Me As You, Us and Them
The Smashing Pumpkins, shake down nineteen seventy-nine
Cool kids never held the signs; and we don't even care, as restless
As we are; hung down, with the freaks and ghouls ? Knowing that Paul told
His Timothy, tis not 'Our Heavenly Father's Will,' to entangle oneself within wordly
Affairs this, being a good soldier; within Faithful's ranks, while we war not flesh and blood....
Surely their carnal nay the day, rather, pulling down these strong holds ? Mother earth she weeps
Waiting, for her deliverence; all of creation together, they groan; left panting aside, His, water brooks
Beautiful's majestic dawn you'll, ask ? Let go of your heart let go of your head, and feel it now, Babylon.
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