All dark effects I'd long withstood Upon my room advanced The moving shade of Birnam Wood Disguised by broken branch
I struck firm the hollow of your thigh Withheld my name, yet from determined hold I could not fly; Though every tendon came undone
Would you take a bound-up Isaac's place? \"Is he are you a God and shall your grace Grow weary of your saints?\" (I- Watts) Or prefer the father's dreadful fate? Are you a God, and shall your grace Grow weary of your saints? (Though every tendon came undone Safe in the arms of the kingdom come)
Floodwater filled your formless birth A column cloud descends 'Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth For then it hath no end' Yet may my heart in tune be found In four-shape notes from underground-- And can we not call it 'a nervous breakdown,' My nervous system breaking down?
Would you take a bound-up Isaac's place? Are you a God, and shall your grace Grow weary of your saints? Steady is a knife held sure by faith Are you a God? And shall your grace Grow weary of your saints? Riding in a westbound railcar They'll dump you in the Highgate Graveyard [poison-in-the-teacup-graveyard alpha-radiation-graveyard]