Sandy slumber that gives words but not shovels
Callus our hands and drain the sweat from our brows
Leave deep sealed holes that will be covered
After heavy rains meet this dried up part of the world
Faith in the beast and the fruit
In the pasture and the flower
Although overall most agree and sympathize
Their fingers are suddenly cramped and lifeless when it is time to put love to work
Faith in the field and the forest
I feel we must combat the lack of it
Those who flirt with hopelessness yet have enough to save hundred of us
God where do they hide their vampire fangs and what is their purpose here
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