Fill up my cup
Not quite to the brim
So I can take a sip
Without having to swim
Tell me what’s up
Sing me an old hymn
One with a hidden quip
And a slight, damning vim
This may be abrupt
But my light is dim
And I’m losing my grip
I’ll take passion on a whim
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Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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