"Far west, across the sea, there is a land called vinland. it's warm and fertile. A faraway land, where neither slave traders nor the flames of war reach.
Jesus sees all your pain and wants to save you and give you new life. Come to him, he loves you may the Lord bless you all my dear brothers and sisters AMEN ❤️✝️🙏
September Lyrics By Sparky Deathcap every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches fat men in tropical climes. now you tell me you’ve been fucking King Creosote and that I should’ve known for a while. Watching the starlings as Autumn draws in as they make ghosts across London fields, and I would’ve moved out there to be with you I would’ve moved out there for real. saw a choir of golden angles wearing matching rucksacks as they obscured the view to your train, and I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here. Just want to see the way the skin splits ‘round his bones and the gurgling head in your lap and the arms in the crowd as they pull me away and the mud and the blood in the grass. When we scraped our bones together, WE GOT FIRE (Fire, Fire, Fire) When we scraped our bones together, WE GOT FIRE (Fire, Fire, Fire) When we scraped our bones together, WE GOT FIRE (Fire, Fire, Fire) When we scraped our bones together WE GOT FIRE (Fire, Fire, Fire) 🔥 🫴
