Seat, live in the lamb's smile
As it seated on the bench line
Posing for the music to dance
It waited for the arocities to be played
In yet green planet, beautiful planet
Had it been the stories of the verdict uplift
That the wicked leaked their lips
The lamb could smear with aleek smiles
Then in the gripped queue it posed again
Driven by tense inward it ran
Tossing like a silver bell
The same, the name boomed ahead
And a quarter mile it posed again
Ready to carry the bumper yield
And bow, bow was lit and shielded
While hands shook bouncing
Hitting hard inside the brave of the world
And when the cross was carried
The swift vehicle induced the speed
Then the white sheet was born
In a shower of embrace
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