Bagpain

Member since 2004 · Posted 22 Aug 2004 · 1 comment

Christ caught on a cut And nailed on wood But we - Is our fleshback Constuct the cross The crusifix Nailing Rain into us Struck The circle cease The flow of our blood Curls up We womb walls up A prison of bagpain And death is not better The whple life we live A lead to To we cannot away from.

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[0] Stephen Robins 23-Aug-04/5:52 AM Reply

You have ripped this off the errant rantings of a tramp on a soapbox at Hyde Park Corner. He had one more listner than the vote I have just awarded you.