St. John's Disciples - ME

He travels across the land
Who are you
From what place are you sent
I can smell it on your scent
You have no place in this world
Rough hands and feet
The places that I've seen
Everywhere feels the same
With no name
Or remorse
Feel it in my pores
There's no one to blame
As I open the doors
The others shut in their place

Written by:
James Butler

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