Hinnom, TX

In the first of light Past the Noachide Bodies wrapped in white Stranded every pain Baby, pasts are slain I got out of La Grange In Hinnom All this time With your heart in mind Didn't you edit? In Hinnom Go, the least And the precious feast The in-vetted Sand, it starts to steal (solar peace) Dirt and ice imbed in cheeks (well, it swirls and sweeps) In the potter's field (you just set it) Strangers scattering (armor, down) Nether passage in the wind (on the wettest ground) Off pennant tension ring (not to vet it)