The Way
whispering along the river side
murmuring down the cross-road
I stretched my auditory nerve on errand
my name was on lips
my phalanges on the globe
walking like a hunter
but my heavenly perfume was perceived
like in the midst of a tutorial
I saw tired lips
Un heavily legs begging to be moved
smiling faces received me
deceit in the air
despite I heard the hiss of serpents
far, far away
my chest was light
mind changes mind
I flow in a flower of speech
In the gathering of foes
chanting to see my glory ebb
right on cyclones the wind storm echo
loosing grip that am in a coat of life
tinny with the flesh of the lamb
HE in me is more than the tin dead deceiver
breathing under His feet
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