EASTER
They play with Easter like it was
some sort of tensile game : Here it
is, there it was. The dark cloud of
the moon must mean something if
you're hanging on a piece of wood,
and then the sky darkens and the
thunders roar. The whole world
goes down for the count. One.
Two. Three. Up again and start
all over. I really feel you need to
love it. Ain't no game like true
Salvation.
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