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"The Pious Bonfire"

Spotlight now on sacred earth
an enchanted breathy word
I could watch it all from the stars above
eat around the pagan holiday
Gently arrest this man I know
His apples have been rotten
Let it all tumble in the brook
we later drink new molecules
Struggling not to trip up mud
Ordained by a white light
sparkling besides the rant
Only demeaned by a lesser god
He recently speaks with laughter
finding needles in his ears
I stretched the blue far too wide
Now there are cracks in my feet
A peasant's bread knelt before me
We burn our feet on starchy lies.



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