Crown Of Awful Ways
O you courters of Corn Husk O you children of Cain |
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| There is nothing nowhere saying that deafening a child so wee Will brighten the corn for harvest even tho’ they brighten for ye Your own child is speechless from the way you’ve taken his tongue The passage (?) is voices who’s talking but speech has left your dear son. |
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| God bless those who pass the pass the blessing upon themselves. So why put those straw hearts to make flame on In my gallows praying to smoking gallow gets you absolutely nowhere neither does the wasteful braiding of Y crosses in your hair. |
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| Awful ways pronounced from the king of kings’ awful crown. Heady jars of pickled kins toes - it wrenches a true Christian frown. It wrenches a true Christian frown! |