Bishop

Think ye not of

Earthen autumn things

On your lonesome

To a neighbor bring

Any dream that keeps you from sleeping well

Be it Hell

Or if it be glory

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Maranatha!

Science Fiction King!

We come after, yes

In a rocket bring

We ourselves & naught else, save cosmic

Lust

This frontier must

Greater commission be!

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Heal me by degrees

Fear is founded, be thou grounded

Heal me by degrees

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Dost thou not feel fed?

Manage tempest, sing!

From a space ship bed

Manna, blest, our voyage brings

Hallelujah, praise every star crossed

Kid

Try? We all did!

C’mon darkness calls

ANON…

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Heal me by degrees

Fear is founded, be thou grounded

Heal me by degrees