Tastes Metallic
Desert night, paying mind
Praying hands alone divide the line
Between agoraphobe and holy man
The strangest fate, metallic taste
Coptic father, are you honest? Are you chaste?
The life of Anthony the Great
Accosted by don't know what
Nor whether or not it's in his mind
He says, "Oh God, how did I wind up like this?"
Midair devils, desert demons
A golden legend can be proud to wear a frown
At least his soul is heaven bound
Praying hands alone divide the line
Between agoraphobe and holy man
The strangest fate, metallic taste
Coptic father, are you honest? Are you chaste?
The life of Anthony the Great
Accosted by don't know what
Nor whether or not it's in his mind
He says, "Oh God, how did I wind up like this?"
Midair devils, desert demons
A golden legend can be proud to wear a frown
At least his soul is heaven bound
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Writer(s): Thomas Linebarier
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