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Spit

The world began in darkness
I brought along the day
And in an idle moment
I made myself a creature from the clay
Then I went on about my business
How can I make you understand?
You don’t amount to much
I just gathered up some dust
And I spit into my hands

It’s my spit that made you rise and walk
My spit makes you stagger and bleed
My spit makes you deny my name
My spit makes you believe
It’s my spit

I wish you every blessing
I mean you every harm
I fill your head with visions of Johanna
Then I keep you on the farm
I am the fount of every blessing
The source of every ill
I am the crowing cock
I am the sweet honey in the rock
I am the poison in the bitter pill

It’s my spit that makes the black dog howl
My spit makes the copperhead strike
My spit punishes the wicked
And the innocent alike
It’s my spit
My spit

I wounded you with Paradise
I blinded you with second sight
I keep you dwelling in the darkness
I keep you reaching for the light
And still
You worship me

I am the seeds of your destruction
I am the breath of life
I made you love your brother
I made you love your brother’s wife

I sold you down the river
Betrayed you to the enemy
It’s my spit that made Golgotha
It’s my spit that made Gethsemane

It’s my spit that makes you holy
It’s my spit that makes you vile
My spit makes sure the spirit and the flesh
Will never reconcile

It’s my spit that makes you rise and walk
My spit makes you stagger and bleed
My spit makes you deny my name
My spit makes you believe

You were mine to drown the first time
This time you will burn
From dust you were created
And to dust you will return

My spit

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from The Spirt And The Spine, released November 12, 2013

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Rob Jungklas Memphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him

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