| Cranky Messiah - |
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| Lip tight it’s prophecy sealed, |
| Wafer wise come dancing |
| Caged and small in it’s cavity. |
| But I can feel your heart |
| Beat it’s shape in my hand. |
| Pounded air patterns, convey messages |
| You’re the brother sended, to the brother soul yet. |
| But my wounds don’t heal. |
