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Mar 2020
Lord have mercy
On my soul
He gave me life
But it's taking its toll

Heavy lies the crown
Dead lays the king
The show isn't over
When the fat lady sings

Peel back the skin
See what I've hid
Auctioned my soul
Awaiting a bid

Whether the cradle
Or the grave
Something was robbed
And shackled a slave

My heart is black
My eyes are blue
My blood is red
And it pours for you
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