Belly

by The Crooked Saint

Study close my dear beloved
For the word come down the mountain
Gathers the moss upon which we should feed.

I've been drinking Blood since morning
I've been feasting Flesh with the Family
Oh the Ghost is wont to cure the soul.
(Get your medicine now. He's going to call the roll)

Through the Covenant and Chaos
There is One who dares to guard us
Fasten your lips upon the Breast and see.

Time to put your eyes on children
I've got something that cures vision:
"The glory of God is the human fully alive"
(My brothers and sisters it's time for us to thrive)

...alright you got my attention on the Sunday morning
...alright you got my attention (that Friday was a killer)
...and I'm running as fast I can
...But there aint no stench coming from that grave!
...There aint no stench coming from that grave!

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