. oh absalom .

oh absalom, my son, my son.

cry out,  travel miles to

worship,  purify.

 

pray for him, the note

says all is disorder.

 

travel miles to tell those who

cannot hear, nor listen.

 

yet. if you cannot believe all

that is told, find a place your

own.

 

never mind the ancestors, absalom

my son.

 

sbm.

 

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