The blocks, the breaks, the longer time it takes when you are just burning incense . When we are already dead we look for a quicker way to die in the flesh. We are thirsty, we are drinking acid like water dispensers. We are finding practice in the sheets in just another one of the end days. Ice is melting in Knetucky We've known for ages. Time has woken up and the cluck should turn your pages. It's time to fight in the beginning of you prayers. But it's morning in a new day. You're breathing, sing! Dont't forget to say grace.