Fruit yesterday
Fruit today
All of it rotten in some decay
Flashing crossing lights
Blink and speak
Panic stricken on a losing streak
Hope wrestles infirmity
Dope kestrels of eternity
Hover cope, like a kite on a rope
Cutting the sky in two
Minstrel speaking crows in rhyme
One caw, two caw, three in time
Flat line oblivion
A breast sheltered Powers
Reign down on me gently
Soothing rain showers
Allow me to cry
For God’s sake forgive me
For all and every crime
I ever did not believe in thee
I need your help now Jesus
I need what you bring
Guide me up gentle
Like a kite on a string
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