2003-02-27 - 3:23 p.m.
Need I say more?
Let me break it down;
Know what it's for.
I'm not clowning around.
You shut your mouth
And your bones catch on fire
You travel south
To fulfill your desire
But none of it works
It's too late for you now
You see them as jerks
Unfulfilling somehow.
Remember the moment
Mark the day it was said
Your soulish enrollment
Expires when you're dead
Then voilition's no longer your own
Your scratch card won't issue
The amount won't be shown
Ethereal fingernails
Cannot pick, clip or scratch
If in this life you fail
Then you fall down the hatch
There is one thing can save
Only one thing is true
At the end of the age
There is God
and
there's
you.
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