OF OUR OPPRESSION/YOU FLY THERE,VAIN FLAG/YOU CARRY IT/WEAR IT ON YOUR BACK, LORD/YOUR BACK/ENOLA IS YOUR GAIETY/ SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN/(to come unto me)/SUFFER
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He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary Death reveller, rake, rapist, life fucker, Jesu Earthmover, Christus, gravedigger You dug the pits of Auschwitz The soil
In this broken place where I was born It seems there is no peace, And the very soil that we walk upon Is filled with tears that never cease, And you can
- fallen ages Staunches the flow of dawning horizons Obscuring - While the days crumble as their hours unfold A sensual swooning - prophetic mocking As the soils
Dead, men, tell no tales. Up push the daisies ?till the soil is stale. In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail. Mister big sleep with the carp and
one can you forgive? My face turned to the desert you left me all alone And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone And when at last death's soil
the night to end the suffering The world you've left behind Adventitious thoughts disclose the path you've chosen Darkness shows you light? Eternal soil
politics Abandoned by the rains On and on--the human need On and on--the human greed profanes Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia Your top soil flies away--Ethiopia
crawl Into the darkest of deaths Forever ceased to be (On the) Ways to the grave A flickering mind in the life rewind Thoughts pierced and hanged on hooks Suffering
world, so obscene As I reap this Sorrow Seed! I grant the release from their suffering... the suffering of ignorance. I bring them back to the soil...
Echoing, ripping through the silence Tearing the soil off my soul Silent you are, yet so loud Beautiful, still so violent and harsh As you bleed so beautifully
bomb First fi survive a fi iron lion Learn fi trod through great tribulation Learn to survive off the plantation Plant up potatoes wi plant up yam Turn over soil
, paralyze the angels Freeze the forgiven, baptize in fire Unleash the devil at heart Unleash the maelstrom mephisto So sinner, mourn well Make all the swans suffer
of our hope" Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar I fumble... live... I fall... die; isolated in the crowds of god... and suffering
darkness die by my hand, paint my sword red You shall suffer my beloved's fate Die now bastard you have destroyed all that I lived for You shall suffer
Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth They fertilize the soil and feed for all they?re worth Within the garden of unearthly delights True meaning
control of the soil, sacred grounds of faith Soaking in the blood, the blood of their redemption Longing for deliverance... from sin Apostles of perversion, the suffering