JAGnięcy szept / AGNus whispers

Every curving way You can’t keep at bay It will make you reach some place and never lead astray Every passing soul Every church bell toll They will praise you eagerly for making for your goal Though it doesn’t matter When you hear the chatter Does it ever flatter And it doesn’t matter If the maddest hatter Surely wants to utter Every heavy rain They avoid in vain Threatens you with drain but frankly just cleans up the stain Every puddle deep That you cannot leap It will make you swim as if you never could have skipped And it’s got to matter When the rain does splatter You catch up the patter It will really matter If you start to natter Cover up the clatter … Every heavy rain They avoid in vain Threatens you with drain but frankly just cleans up the stain Every curving way You can’t keep at bay It will make you reach some place and never lead astray Has it ever mattered That you heavily battered Tatters old’n spatter...

Scroll me down Strip me of the props Stage my fright Sense my craft Smell my saturation Spook my wise steps Speak my dialect Shine me with vice Stone my gem of virtue Strengthen our solace Seperate tropes Stop it String carries moons floating  Knives cut short the throats of gods