Slow Rosary's sophomore LP Free WiFi in the Vatican on grey tint tapes.
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(Rode to town aboard the mule. Sun was high in the afternoon. Mothers running up and down the road. Greenery spread everywhere. Cut down the trees to fan the air. Brush the yellowed tips against His clothes. Friends of His began to shout, “If silence enters in this house, the very stones will then cry out His name. This will be a house of prayer when His words replace the air,” Jerusalem, the witness to the claim. Gives Himself away and takes the blame.)
(Hungry then, He took the twelve in to the holy dinner cell, knowing one would leave the room still starved. Why delay the elephant? The fast-approaching covenant, He told them all that one made plans of harm. Glasses spilled into their thighs while each was asking, “Is it I?” Shame that no one knows the path they’re sworn. Eating well, He said it straight: “He dipped his bread in this same plate. Better for him if he’d not been born.” Then again, who’d spur the crown of thorns?)
(When our catalyst did leave, the Lord told Peter: “Think in threes.” Finest line between who’s right and wrong. In the garden then they’d meet as He prayed away cold feet. Sleepers made to sleep all so lukewarm. Running with the Sanhedrin, Jude began the Lord’s begin, Some apostles even took up arms. Once a man had lost his ear, God said: “Stop! The time is here!” Night deserves to build up from a calm. Christ accepts them all and then the swarm.)
(Judas, God’s own termite son, assured that all the prayers were done. Ready to fulfill the path of Cain, “You found me and know it best. Upon Thy cheek, I plant this kiss. Consider it a parting gift, though plain.” “Every dog must have it’s day. On yours, you’ll swing in fields of hay, field of blood, the silhouetted stain.” So the Savior took His place, crucified the Roman way. Save the story for another day. Rose again and never spoke his name.)
(Jude then ran off from the crowd. He didn’t hear the cock crow loud. Sought to exorcise the savior’s price. Similar to the pope’s denial, no returns, all sales are final. Rooster squawking, croaking, squeaking twice. Brushed the dirt from off his knees. The Pharisees and Sadducees laughed away his pleas as bird screamed thrice. Hard to say it wasn’t fate when the food his wife had made walked again, a poultry lord surprise. Bloated babe, they failed to find his eyes.)
(Why did Peter win the keys when he went to Calvary? Shouldn’t first be last and last be first? Shouldn’t last obtain the sponge upon the spear while head is hung? Quenching sinner’s everlasting thirst. And what of Pontius Pilate then? The governor who washed his hands? Coptic saint and martyr beat the curse. Now he rides a chariot. No such luck Iscariot! Neither camel, ox cart, mule, nor hearse. Only Jude remembered so perverse.)
(Hanging on the edge of town, feet have turned a greyish brown. Jingle-jangle coin-purse-sounding rain. Destiny did in the man, the one who hangs and one who stands. Give ‘em both a crown for equal pain. Fingernail god made for me, I chewed it to the bone but we all return to bone on that last day. Naked I came from her womb, a sinner I’ll return to you. Blessed be our holy lord’s name!)
Fingernail god made for me, I chewed it into dust but we all return to dust on that old page! Naked I came from her womb and naked I’ll return to you! Blessed be our holy Lord’s name! For the Lord once gave and now He takes away!
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