we are the risen. after the storm. rest in the sea. washed up on the beach.
August 29, 2009
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"Take all the preachers from the burned down buildings
(I never wanted to pray to God anyway)
Take all the air from my breath
(Lungs take time and effort that I can’t repay)
Take all the fathers that wouldn’t stomach the change
(Another lonely wife on another lonely day)
Take all the sound from my raspy throat
(A pack a day that couldn’t wait to be repaid -in full)"- Michael Clark, Untitled
