AlcheMinistry

I play harp for six clicks, scribble six more
Stick six b’twixt heaven’s doors and there you have most my life
The rest is divided in prophetic visions and ceremonial cleansing
And don’t forget dancing in our rooms to invisible choirs uncolored
Then I die for three or four and return phoenix, fiend, six once more
The pay’s the same, t’was so long ago
Fireside privileges, oft wi’ the Keens and Kings
The cost of eyes is going up all the time
I offered my legs to drink from the dregs
Now it’s light and night, Sight unseen
Sooth my six ’til Sunday mourning
both broken Knights for a Queen

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