A Beginning is
Spinning,
Ringing,
Singing,
Inviting,
me.
Spinning,
Ringing,
Singing,
Inviting,
me.
King's Cross
An escape wedged between Income Tax and Angel Islington On monopoly boards where a single entity dominates Station where colored lines five intersect on a tube map Maroon, Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue What hue was your face As you lay bleeding, a King on a cross? The dice fall from the hands of children hoping For a number that can take them to Mayfair To purchase the land priced most How strange that the fingers Through which the dice slipped onto Calvary's rocks To divide the cloth that robed the tortured man Were the same that lifted up soured wine To the lips of a king on a cross Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum (INRI) Inscribed on wood in languages three This was a game that was not to be lost in translation King's Cross Where the winning move was made As he breathed his last. All shadows of doubt left the barren earth As the sun hid, the curtain tore And He lay underground only three days It's not ju...
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chill, my dear. you shall learn all very soon.