Clocks, Flowers, Towers
The Wilderness is where I build my will power.
Sin, a rose with thorns
Time is ticking.
Tick Tick.
Fasts wilt flowers.
Decay of Flesh over years.
Count cost
Count hours
To build towers.
Funny how the sands of time fall.
Mrs. October; Forbidden fruit
Dust of the earth peeled her skin
So when we’ve crucified the flesh.
That’s when time can start to end.
The Gospel must be preached to all ends of the Earth
And since this bad boy, is flat and full of coke, floats and deserts.
I’ll preach on the edges first.
The Wilderness is where I build my willpower.
Sin a rose with thorns.
Time is ticking.
Tick Tick.
Fasts wilt flowers.
