Red Crosses in the evening's office Each step is to bring them down to their knees Prayers for Allah and the rest of the worshipped androids Leapt out of the back of the piano And on beyond the wall of my head Christ there was no real joy with mystery Each of us would have had a better chance Did they not help the other-handed round-edged attack on Facebook instead of justice. © BionicAlly, 2019
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