Lord, thank you for tea. What a simple pleasure. I wish it upon everyone.

If I could only not say the things I will wish I hadn't said.

When the Whip Became a Blessing

Dust covered roads in a conquered land
Smoke plumes up from where the king would stand
before the palace was ground down to sand
Women weep where children ran

Since all time it's always been the same
and our king we can't recall his name
but his banner that was felled in shame
lit all glory with its holy flame

When the whip became a blessing
and the thorns begat the crowns
and the Innocent confessing
pulled the seperation down
Oh how Evil must have felt
When the lion led himself to be our lamb

The people work in the dirt and the clay
for the food they would have thrown away
in the kingdom's time before that day
when their way of life was chased away

Most the young have never seen the weight
of good armour on an honest face
but the fallen men who'd died in grace
left the ground where they were laid to waste
when

The whip became a blessing
and the thorns begat the crowns
and the Innocent confessing pulled the seperation down
Oh how Evil must have felt, when the Lion led himself to be our Lamb.