Oh simple old friend,
Hurry quick to stop the hunger
That evaporates our blood
And rains all over us.
Oh simple old friend,
Make wood from wooden skulls
And hear the saints soliloquy
Created from the dust.
Oh simple old friend,
Stand strongly on your stone
And bring your rod down on the ears
Of those who wouldn't listen.
Oh simple old friend,
With insides marred by older men
Creating strength for running legs
Could leave some muscles poorly fed.
Oh simple old friend,
With insides vibrant red so real
From movement after movement still,
Still you pause to take this meal.
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