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Mar 2021
This old Joshua tree will pray for me when I am dead and gone
And you will pawn my rings away and go and stay with John
I looked at you in my last breath but you didn't listen to what I said
You left me by myself to die alone in my bed

I crawled inside my head that night and looked for my God
I screamed as I lost my way, got lost in the fog
I followed the sound of howling dogs they lead me somewhere new
Somewhere where I knew at last, I knew thst you weren't true

The faires caught me before I died and said to me thus
"We know a way for you to fly you just need some trust"
I had little choice and in my weakest voice said "Show me what you got"
They took me by the hand and dragged me to a parking lot

They laid me out upon the ground and took my bounds from me
They tore the teeth out from my mouth and now I cannot see
They pried the nails from my fingers and toes and i never saw them again
And now I am half a man, it's where the fun began

They told me of a town they found marching east about a day
Maybe I would meet my mind somehwere along the way
But that's by the by as here I lie as I'm sure you knew
I couldn't slip a thing past you, new dogs old tricks
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Kealey Bronson  18
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