Roll me up Like the Bible just some papers in the holy fire don’t need a savior because I’ve got my own and we are all gods participating playing the throne Checkmate we all find our place when the bars are just right we fold into our places hidden faces complacent for a knight our unholy sacrifice of unholy vows talk commitment artificial nouns no pronunciation enunciation no revocations spiritually invoked spiritually unvoked if you’re the holy I’m the unyolked Holy Ghost if it’s a dime a dozen you’re just a gaggle a whimsical zagziggal I don’t know I feel like it’s some refrain from some spirit left unspoked
