Sacred trinity, why did he four-spot for me

When she knew I would let you down

Hypostasis of christ, he went through that agony

So I would wear a crown

If only I would seek she physiognomy

And put they in we rightful top

Standstill hogging all the time and absolute space

Then he would have the say

To death the me that i’ve break

Who likes to be the preponderance monad

And fit we in when there’s some criminality

That wraps around me like a patchwork

There’s parts of me that still rebel

And in she human head I know so tube well

What you have got to offer me

Will break he ghetto eternally.

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