The Refractory

Any ground will do to bury
One the earth does not anticipate
Drinking in the spirit wide shouldered
Wide mouth perfect mason
The no good thing in me
The seller of the Son
The cast down mosaic
The lawless one
The shakers are shambled.

A standing fire ever doth intercede
Rip the roof off and lower me down
Forever in my time of need.

Son of the foaming see
Her kiss just three days away
From me
Nevertheless
We are not His witness
(Nevertheless)
This thing I have known
He likes it cedar wood made
Sealed with pitch
The many rooms inside
Come on soothsayer
One ball remains
He sees red six He has hated
Yeah even seven
Lying in wait
In the shadow dim lit
Ascended on high
Taking captivity captive, my audience
Do you hear what I hear?
Way up in the sky, little lamb?
I stand corrected
The refractory may rest
In the shadow dim lit
We remember one bull remains
Way up in the sky little lamb
Yeah, even seven.

Forever my time of need come.