Ethertarian Catholic Church

Living a Life Above yesterday and above tomorrow Where in is the joy , pain and sorrow The birds fly alone not knowing each other Except by call and colour And the speaking to the tall trees , standing on ground deeply understanding On country and earth Deep and firmly steadfast Each rock and stone , kept to last Like strong hearts , lovers hand in hand Walking on shifting sands Along a strand of time , forever .

Some how the perfume lingered It could have been my finger I shouldn't have plugged my hole Shouldn't stick things in your' asshole But I wanted to stop the fart It is no farce when you smell bad So I sat down with neither a smile or a frown Perhaps it was in my pants That's what I have to vent ...