Sate

Resonate with what's gone too,

the blank in the shot of shrewd,

the slurp of drunk you've all been screwed,

the driver of the base has roots.

In the unusual turn of a lend,

ever known of the broader hymn?,

a bitter truth in costing you,

the jailed liberty in the bars of Leud.

Drink the Blood and Eat the Body,

oh wait,

that's called Communion or is it Fate?

Doubting Thomas spoke of this trait,

felt the proof for Nailed sake,

the Cross from the Verse of what you gave,

the King James Version serves a Trade.

The balance of the vice,

the winds that blow,

our living Toll.

The Choice of how you have blown,

the sale of , a given horror,

oh I guess you deny,

that History has a Pass,

to fancy,

an additional Fuck!@!