My bitter peel I did rehearse
my covered berries were replete
And I played a message to the god-child
Gestures moving in syncopation
On my songs I was engorged
My throat did grow a thorny vine
Until the rose appeared from out my mouth
To my gods I did restore
The innocence of the children of eden
I did once have profound love in healthy supply
And through my payments did dust deplete
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