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Burn The Edges

from burn the edges by Menchaca

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
                   
He is burning all the edges

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps

He is burning all the edges

And here in the desert children asleep in a fence
The sun has bore on the continent so that the land is the shape of a host

The host is being lifted and the words are being heard
On the tongue the gift is become a blackened turd

Come see how the turd is burned, come and see the truth is twisted
Each lie and fear set out on the frontier in a Conestoga wagon

And in the ring of fire he whispers tales of the savages
He dark surrounds in the air and on the ground
He is burning all the edges

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from burn the edges, released December 9, 2019

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Menchaca Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Menchaca is a Pittsburgh-based artist, composer and writer.

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