Joan Of Arc
Fogbow
The sea on trial surprised to findIts own dark floors the jurors,The fishes called as witnesseses,And the waves the bailiffPleads its case worth, mouth, beast, best,I'll go along with just about anythingSome people try not to eat too muchSome other people try to eat enoughI will truly go along with just about anything,but refuse to not be killer for even just a minuteJust another flag-mentality I guessJust another fold cut across the skyBlame the stock-market floor's choreographyBlame the common man's sense of geographyNothing bounces one's step like hitting bottomOh the fogbow surface takes its standOh the fogbow surface is in dazzling commandOh the fogbow surface judge's robe flowsNothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom
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