The roof’s not glass; it’s made of brick
in fact it’s made of stars
Light-circled hands, a golden stick
a fist that wraps up Mars

A light so dull, so faint, so bright
it steals your dirt away
A light so tall, so brilliant hot
a fearful place to stay

A voice so still it shakes the cities
so loud it sleeps the bear
So boldly hushed, so flush with pities
it catches money launders unaware

A face so clean, uncracked, and pure
it tears the very universe apart
With eyes so moist, so closed in furor
you’d sleep a thousand years to flee His cart

And yet He comes, with gentle feet
a lion breaks the skin of bloody wool
And all that flirts with all that’s sweet
dissolves the ground a very muddy pool

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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