Paroles de Hinnom, Tx

In the first of light Past the Noachide Bodies wrapped in white Stranded every pain Baby, pasts are slain "I got outta La Grange…" In Hinnom All this time With your heart in mind Didn't you edit In Hinnom Go, the least And the precious feast The in-vetted Sand it starts to steal Dirt and ice imbed in cheeks In the potter's field Solar peace Well it swirls and sweeps You just set it Strangers scattering Nether passage in the wind Off pennant tension ring Armor, down On the wettest ground Not to vet it