Friday night is.... Jesus or anything Easter night

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Fnaar

Smutmaster General
Here the soil is barren
Here nothing grows but crosses
They know not what they do
You, your forgiveness falls as dew

Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mouthed a silent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened

Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Though the sun's eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again

 

Venod

Eh up
Monty Pyhton - Always Look On The Brght Side Of Life

 
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