J.C. on a fucked up bicycle.
chadwick
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All I know is
it must have been
Jesus Christ
on a fucked up bicycle.
His peddling of heavy strokes
brought me an arctic dragon
with a raven in its eye.
His silver scales
would flash before me
while his serpent tongue
would twist in midair
like a blizzard
burying me in blankets
of drifting dreams
and a wonderland of glorious living.
Sin after sin
was etched into my flesh
with melting icicles.
All I know is
it must have been
Jesus Christ
on a fucked up bicycle.
it must have been
Jesus Christ
on a fucked up bicycle.
His peddling of heavy strokes
brought me an arctic dragon
with a raven in its eye.
His silver scales
would flash before me
while his serpent tongue
would twist in midair
like a blizzard
burying me in blankets
of drifting dreams
and a wonderland of glorious living.
Sin after sin
was etched into my flesh
with melting icicles.
All I know is
it must have been
Jesus Christ
on a fucked up bicycle.
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I do
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce