Ghazaltar... eL ViKiNGo's sixth cents

in a fever i saw the father, son, and the holy ghost
i wish i had prepared a cake a pie or something.

a wise afghani told me to melt myself like snow
where did all this dirt come from

i never really had a truly spectacular peach
this whole fruit business is a pack of lies

a wise jew told me to love all the world
where did all this trouble come from

i never climbed a mountain because it was there
my head is rarely in the clouds