terça-feira, 1 de junho de 2010

Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor, tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love begging bowls

Alms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the Bible
Beseeching the honour
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they’re able

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