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Until queendom come

They’ve closed the pawn shop and the mall arcade.
They’ve burned the church and the ferris wheel.
But I will not say, the lord is my shepherd.
And I will not ask, am I my brother’s keeper.
I will sit here and wait, for you to come back. Until the angels bow to you. Until queendom come.

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I can’t make mountains move, not even when I ask them nicely.


Today I learned that I can’t make mountains move, not even when I ask nicely.
I can’t command the sun to shine, because I want a tan, or compel stars to collapse because I want another thousand years.
I cannot turn to water and ask my friends to bottle me up and put me in the back of the fridge, hoping that you might turn up thirsty on a hot summer day.
It just doesn’t work that way. If I could I would’ve.