Wheels in wheels
Feels and feels
Like bone that's meal
Like bones that feel
Like knobbly knees
The bones will feed
The wheels will see
The trees will find you
They're burning red
You'll all burn instead
Fire in sin's stead
Like wine it's bled
It's pure and red
The trees will be fed
No more to be said
Why, vague and wildly under informed Biblical references are my specialty!
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