Who of you can hear laughter in both ears, a devilish whisper from each shoulder I dare say this two vs one nightmare is a little unfair, turn to tag out and there's no one there My corner's bare, how'd I even get here? On my knees, can't breathe, please, someone return the air Dark comes from everywhere leaving one light in the far distance, dead center and it draws near Looked death square in the face and said, "you're no longer welcome here" He didn't hear, probably did just didn't care to answer No atheists in foxholes huh, who knows the prayer? Do we even have a prayer? Why bother with a prayer It's only wasted air, there's no one there ...is there??
Dramatic idiomatic mannerism on manners of a man trying to stay Christian
Traumatized by trauma of a big size Duly despised by duel of words and the weapons of tongue; They speak of harm—being a hand of wars up in arms
Pop, pop, pop could be guns, or popcorn either making it home to family time or doing time away from family time daughters scream not seeing daddy in a while In only the few memory cracks of memorizing how she cracks a smile
But why do I waste a sigh cut away by deadly thoughts of Death's scythe?
Could it cut away my pride, pried into private affairs As life could be fair—beautiful To weather fair circumstances—fine and dry With it's fair reason—impartial and just,