Dark cloud
Coming up
Thunder rattles
These
Dead bones
But the flesh,just won’t grow ….
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Hear the voice of god
He’s smoking a cigarette.
Says there’s not much time left
My guardian angel
She says
Some things are too hot to touch
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These days are numbered
I used to care
But
Feelings change
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You can win
You can lose
But you can’t can’t change
What won’t bend and what won’t grow
I used to —-
Well ,
You know.
Regarding Samuel 