so here i am. i bought in.
nothing left to fear
but fear itself.
and i knew i'd take the knife
i knew i'd see an angel
'cause they're all over this damn place
sometimes i can't make them go away
your god's in his limo
sippin his champagne
my god's living your life
don't you wish you'd seen it?
lightning in the clear blue sky?
death in all this light.
somehow it doesn't seem right.
it's still a work in progress.
much like life itself.
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