Oh!, the joy in servitude
and the mastery in constraint
So bind me down
and seal my eyes with paint.
For I have had visions
They cut me to the quick
So I cast my pearls
For the weak and the sick.
Though the skys are sackcloth
And the oceans boil
Through armagedon
The meek still toil.
Its a battle for the powers
And the higher choirs
But here on earth
We must bow to liars.
Dimlo sighs
28/2/11
Soho England
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