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SUNDAY PRAYER, xx
Time & time again,
we take our time to make it last.
We cut our beauty pills in half.
Who's not afraid to take a chance,
if we are taking it by force?
To force true love to turn a whore,
we lay her mirrors on the floor.
You say she likes it, she wants more than I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I'm moving objects with your minds,
drink the blood and draw the wine,
kill the mood or kill the lights.
All their mirrors fill with smoke,
fade to whites strangling yokes,
leading a seance from the stage
to summon god and/or get paid, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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