posted on Mar, 19 2009 @ 04:43 PM
reply to post by Excitable_Boy
The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place
The Place which lies out there unknown
Resembles that so close to home
Thinking thoughts that before have came
All that is , is all the same
The place that is everywhere
If you're going, you're going nowhere
God's country a.k.a. the every thing
Where devils laugh and angels sing
Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.