Jebadiah's Wind from Pooty by Pooty

Jebadiah caught the wind it was time to go
while the still hills rolled up the good times
from way back when the divine sent
songs from the unknown hormones
and microphones floods and holy tones

Jebadiah had to scheme a reprieve
receipt for the prophecy god was stacking
money selling milk and honey making night time
sunny party on a loan
chakras on a rope blind and forced to roam

Jebadiah longed for deep time tried
lose his mind but he could not lose his soul goodbye
my city civilization came and went every jewel of
a word was spent heres one
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