virtue/deceit

Spoken from lungs deep

And acquainted with hidden things 

Well springs from man 

His remorseful starving body 

Crying out for a name 

He’s initiated into these mysteries, where 

You can plant churches 

But not turn soil

Cedar cliffs erected we breath under 

Swallowing ships of passions, prayers 

These signs performed, tricks in begging 

Election to surrender to the immeasurable waters

We’ve all taken our flame from the fire

Where the prophets long sent in stream

Our sons not yet rose with all their bright ambition 

But buried in the grounds of the ten thousand named