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Feb 2015
Can't spell
But he means well
Has a mean tale
to tell
Tall tale
We drinkale
And prevail
Over our enemies
Demons hear us scream
We wont back
Down now
Somehow
Someway
Were  gonna let God save
The day
His way
Or THE HIGHWAY

GET THEE BEHIND ME
(Jehnehnehnehneh jehnehnehneh neh-neh nehnehnehnehneh JEHnehneh)
(Crazy guitar solo-to pause-to bassdrop)

WE ARE THE VOICES OF MARTYRS
WE ARE WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF LAMB
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SON
we've allready won
( guitars) DRUMS
I just want to say thank you. For this outlet.
Thankyou hello Poetry.
IsReaL E Summers
Written by
IsReaL E Summers  Middle Earth, OH
(Middle Earth, OH)   
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   ---, --- and Kelly Rose
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