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Say priest, what do you think you're doing:
I feel lost,
Parched and hungry.
While I crash upon the soil and gaze at your stature.
I lose my mind, feel like I'm dreaming.
Feed me with your kisses.
Saturate me with your love juice.
fiery and un-extinguishable,
like a forest fire on a draft.
from the dessert of depression,
did you became my saving grace.
In a expression of passion,
she dangles from my fishing pole.
Two shapes make one new.
A new language, spoken in tongues,
from the squeals that escape us.
Songs of passion, that won't normally get sung in church.
I fold my hands and make a last prayer,
before I blow my load.
Stand up my child, we have been saved.
Now hurry to your confessions, or god will be mad at us.
Parched and hungry.
While I crash upon the soil and gaze at your stature.
I lose my mind, feel like I'm dreaming.
Feed me with your kisses.
Saturate me with your love juice.
fiery and un-extinguishable,
like a forest fire on a draft.
from the dessert of depression,
did you became my saving grace.
In a expression of passion,
she dangles from my fishing pole.
Two shapes make one new.
A new language, spoken in tongues,
from the squeals that escape us.
Songs of passion, that won't normally get sung in church.
I fold my hands and make a last prayer,
before I blow my load.
Stand up my child, we have been saved.
Now hurry to your confessions, or god will be mad at us.
Published 31st Jan 2014
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3rd Feb 2014 10:10am
Nicely written ,loved these lines*Two shapes make one new.
A new language, spoken in tongues,
from the squeals that escape us.
Songs of passion, that won't normally get sung in church.*
A new language, spoken in tongues,
from the squeals that escape us.
Songs of passion, that won't normally get sung in church.*
3rd Feb 2014 1:15pm
Yeah, I've been told that not everyone gets those.
Speaking in tongues is just not something people have heard of outside of church.
Speaking in tongues is just not something people have heard of outside of church.
