Keep on.
If there is only one light left on, I will carry on, until early morn. The rise of the sun, can cripple the hardened heart of the sworn,I rip through roots embedded, light years deep. It is all in the master plan, and oh I thank you Lord for bringing me here.
Im generations of men digging six feet deep, thats right Im workin on it. Counting on it, having my doubts on it, reworking it, its still sounds pretty thin. Well, it is a thin line between lying on the top and lying on the bottom. That's where your boots are.
Southernplayalisticcaddillacfunkmusic..............Man Im feelin it. Please put some lipstick on those juicy lips of yours, I can see them in your drawers.
I am a union of two childrens minds, and a child myself. I take pride in it, what I do, and I ask you, who are you. Truly?......Who are you?
Who have you fed today, who have you supported on your shoulder and looked in the eye and proclaimed, I am stronger with you here beside me.
I can feel it in the air, something has brought me here. Ive never wrote a song before, I swear. You are witnessing something here. Like a vision someone else is dreaming, beaming it to me, and I am forseeing, and at the same believing. Listen to the message Im seeing.
A vision not blurred, and with beings. Beings believing in what they should be reading, given a proper cleaning, leaving anything you think you said, and maybe just thought was "worth leaving" a proper heaving, out the 40th story window onto a seaping, pile of feces, left steaming.
So please greet me, on ye, one knee, of course, that is, if you ever get the chance to see "Me!"
Are you hearing that everything is not as it seems? To perceive just means to believe.
posted by Cap'nTate @ 4:41 AM
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Cheerio, carry on then.
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