Song 19

Lo! I’m an angel
though I’m a mortal.
Fix me a gaze,
let’s swallow the sweet pill.

Find me where it rains,
I can’t live dry.
Every other day
is worth a try.

What’s post end days
in the day after?
God made a “weak” man
who wrote his chapter.

Yeah I’m a priest
of my body temple.
Born like a beast,
growing nimble.

Pass me the ranks on.
I need win hands down.
And a commune of free heads
for me to belong.

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