of burden Thorns ripping through his brow Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice Just as I recall Not longer than nine score Certainly food for the Gods And fit for
, No earthquakes no dryspells, no fire flames no droughts, No slaving no hungers, no blizzards no blights. All that I promise is strength for this day, Rest for
-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
his brow Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice Just as I recall Not longer than nine score Certainly food for the gods And fit for a prince Her throat
deprive our bodies of all the food for your glory Great naga come free us all, at last - free us all, now Kadru Rise, ancient gods of nirvana, from above