He's ridin on a donkey!
Who'd ride that honkey?
Ain't he comin with silver for gold?
Cast it to the potter
So I am told..
I broke my staff
Beauty and bands
Your not gunna feed em?
My covenant was broken.
The poor that waited will understand
It was the hand of the Lord
Cleansing the land.
What was the offer?
Thirty pieces-
I through them to the potter..
A princely sum if I may be so bold
So it is
We have been sold..
The brotherhoods broken
Foolish shall be
When his voice calls
From the highest degree...
Everyman will eat the flesh of another..
A foolish shepherd..
What's for supper?
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Comments2
A prayer book had a typo - what is a 'convenant'?! Spell-checker don't like it. lol.
Isn't that where they keep the little girls?
Tongue and cheek and powerful.
I love you Thomas.
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