thy will be done
here on this highway in every house and field I pray
all in meekness yield aided by want among stranger people
to disgrace so soon I've come drift like sleep into the hotel montana lay low for thy names sake el matador louisiana full of bulls blood and what not
coarse jest to a tight knot
you are not acquainted with your own heart frozen prayer upon my lips
inside the blood runs hot he was reviled
yet he reviled not like a voice in an empty house
breath your breath and speak to me
speak to me what matter if the wind cast it down
it's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
with a ruthless hand cause we remember always that it took place forever
thy kingdom come in
whosoever.
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