Archive for May 27th, 2010

O Lord,
Light my fire.
You that live in Pure Light
What fires we set here are
From our burning hearts;
Those whom You have
condemn’d to perdition
Know a little spill here,
And a little there will
Kill all.
Oil is not well that ends well, O lord.
I am too weak to set a mushroom cloud
But with fire burning in me,
let me do reverence to you.
Got a match on you,good ole’ Luciphor?
benny (no matches found)

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