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Formatting and Merchandise by Ron Totman HLFMSR
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T-Shirt/Shirt
Printed on Gildan Heavy Cotton - Orders ship week of 5/12
Formatting and Merchandise by Ron Totman HLFMSR
ships out within 7 days
$25USDor more
T-Shirt/Shirt
Printed on Gildan Heavy Cotton - Orders ship week of 5/12
Formatting and Merchandise by Ron Totman HLFMSR
ships out within 7 days
$25USDor more
lyrics
What time is it?
Lost in endless space between death and this
I think I was awake when rapture came
A distant snarl said “scorch this fucking place”
Or maybe rain?
I think I slept when rapture came to choke us
I swear, they heard us sing with perfect pitch, feathered wings
I did not say anything
Speaker with no words, with no outlet
It would tear me apart if I wasn’t stained on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
No words
No outlet
No map
No atlas
They taught us god’s will
I found there is endless choice, endless slants
But not enough second chances
Enough second chances
Is it too late to choose a fucking side?
Give another try
Forgiveness for all the spared lives
A trade of modesty from bloodlust zealot pageantry
Or wavering faith from deistic apathy
Cynic with no map, with no atlas
It would tear me apart
Prophets, trinkets, all just a juxtaposition of peace
Of violent stains on this blood-soaked prayer necklace