My Last Meal Was an Orange
My last meal was an orange
How sweet it was
The life blood on my hands
The flesh all I need
How sweet it was
To peel that peel away
The flesh all I need
Sustain my last breath
To peel that peel away
May he
Sustain my last breath
And take me up
May he
Love me
And take me up
To his heavenly kingdom
Love me
As we walk
To his heavenly kingdom
Within my heart
As we walk
The life blood on my hands
With love in my heart
My last meal was an orange
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