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Sep 2016
They say that god created everything the earth the birds the trees the seas the skyyyy-hiiigghh
But no one will admit he also put, what you call sinful in your miiind ohwhoa


What is heaven? What is hell? And who the hell cares if alls well?
But for those who fear the end
And pray for some god send well
Ohhhhhhhhh-whhhoooaaaaa well


Now debris it covers everything, all the buildings burned down to the grooouuund
Flooding waters or scoring droughts you can't even hear the suffering all arooouuuuund


Could be heaven could be hell
always throw the thoughts out of my braaaaiiiinnn
Because neither pleasure nor pain time just, keeps on running down the draaaaaiiiiiiinnnn.
We're all the same.
Maybe one day we'll use our ******* brains.
Written by
Jeffrey Stelling  NY
(NY)   
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   Doug Potter
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