So precarious,
Spirit keeps on daring us
To make worlds within rooms,
Wombs inside tombs,
Choices from doom
Rejoice from gloom...
Rebirth is not limited to the Christs’ and the Lazarus’
Each one of my lives
Sweetly twine like liquorice
So come on, take a byte
It can’t be that bad
It might be the sweetest bittersweet
You’ve ever had
It just might be the freedom you’ve always
Wanted from dad
Or could that be just what the snake
Got in her head...
There’s a new Eve, a new dawn
New scriptures and new songs
Now a Steve and no wrong
Run a long and bang a gong.
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