Holy Fools Embodied Lyrics

In spring I did not sleep for forty nights
Nor did I change my underwear
And the grass-stalks along my arduous path
Sang that it was good
For they witnessed my fasting
Surviving on spiritual beer I became Christs; a whole bunch of them
We flogged each other
In our ferocious dance
Spinning like dogs behind our tails
And none of us changed his underwear

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