Time here is measured in bells, as once in nunneries
some of you will fall on dry ground or thorns. Some of you are shallow rooted.
She’s a flag on a hilltop, showing us what can still be done, we too can be saved
upright men, darkly clothed and unsmiling. Our ancestors. Admission is free
Saint Paul said its either that or a close shave
Blessed are the meek. She didn’t go on to say anything about inheriting the earth
She’d have to redirect her energies into something convincingly domestic, she had the intention of passing them off as ancestors
incendiary device (Bible)
to be guilty of the sin of reading
Oh God, I pray, Nolites te bastardes carborundorum. Is this what you had in mind?
For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout thewhole earth
These are the kind of litanies I use, to compose myself
From each, says the slogan, according to her ability; to each according to his needs
the toneless metallic voices
love, like Heaven, was always just around the corner
locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights. These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you.
So I step up, into the darkness within or else then light