When my heart was sleeping by grains of silver brain, the time's surface of
A really dark river. Parlamententary steps and souls from states across my
Sheeps as key facts opening veins and factories. Only one womb of
Fatherhood hidden from the moon eyes represented by my mother's
Voices. Castles, priests and nuns. Kings, queens and Mars from stone
Rivers. Wine deeping in green mountains. Trees, oaths and hedges as
The colours by my brown eyes. You told to me that love is the shinning
Element. However your spirit falls when our night gets down and only
Caves, ministers at farols by holy churches could be explaining to
Ordinary men the pride of been atheist or selfish. Oh evil owe along
Our modern times. You came to sensible boys and your cemitery gates
Are so distanced at the remodelation of this crowd without faith.
Jesus salve this generation!
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