Mind to make the mouth be formed
Sticks pre-burned before the storm
Age to age hued words in stone
Fractured bibles lost at home
Break the dawn on every head
Now is not the time to eat your own bread
You thought everyone was wrong
A hill to die a hill to break every bone
Blinked out silence to drink it all down
The argument won't defeat it will just let us all drown
Knowledge can't make all the rounds
Punched, blood, bleeding the golden tooth is found
Framed Orchards are in the cardboard box
I may be wrong but I'm not going to watch.
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