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Title: Come Thou Warrior in Soul Thou Poet in Deed for at 12:17 We Shall Believe


Smash the town clock our schedules are more precise than the second
Forsake the sidewalk for a highway more direct than already
Calculated a stride of becoming but math did not get it
With movements so strict and efficient that poetry was jealous
At last we had the last laugh on city hall (high five!) our play is effective.

What time is it Lord, what time is it Lord?
You've made everything beautiful in its time, but what does it mean to be alive
And what is this place in which I find that I am the wicked I seek for a sign?

Now where the wind blows I go, don't know where that is, you can hear the sound of it but it escapes all your predict
I was running and I don't know why I looked into the sky the moon was up in the daytime, the sun was rising, in-between was a tree beside me. Look at it: It's fall out, it smells good, there's a cold breeze (burr)
Burn a twenty there is plenty more where that came from, well not money but something
A car passed by and I said hi [they ask] "you need a ride" [I respond] "why not." [they ask] "where are you doing" [I respond] "absolutely." [someone asks] "anywhere?"
[later on in the day I say to them] "let me out of the car now" [then to anyone] "come on, that blinking yellow light would make a good dance floor, I'm serious It's time to get serious."

What time is it Lord, what time is it Lord?
I asked around we had nothing to say Now I'm on my face Lord teach me to pray.
heaven and earth they will pass away But your words shall not pass away.

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