Life As A Criminal - Versus the Mirror

I’m no poor storyteller

Just a poverish soothsayer

You can smack me into shape if you like

Or we could talk all night

If Jesus was born in a race of age

Would a noose of thorns be more fitting

The fear swells

Creating an undulating lull

Mind body and soul

These odd knees are old

If Jesus was born into a race of age

Would a noose of thorns be more fitting

If Jesus was born with a similar rage

Would a noose of thorns be more fitting

On which day did God create

This awful violence that I see

On which day did God create

This awkward violence that I see