Everything makes sense!

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 Kentucky
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!

Don't forget to say grace.
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