Galgotha
Tell ‘Em, Boss
Painting hunting at night over good
Meek get her done so what bourbon
It’s at the amnesiac triumphant big game
Nothing stupid but my constitution my
Resolution and been there nice gift gore
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Jocular wanderlust tango Volkswagen
Underneath they use the I stand pudding
Okay right tell ‘Em boss you tell ‘Em
Junk Hip
Fix a loud muscle toad rankle optimum
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Roth teeth ground wound feet smite
Pole create varnish quite sight peanut
Need lead follow moth happy harbor
Keep flow friend goth juice plenty bib
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Learning to Fly
The Final Healing
Blur
Separations give us time
To appreciate those we love.
We get shocked, angry, sad,
For you will be there
Holding someone’s hand
That you never expected
Would ever show up.
The lost son returns.
The father is ecstatic.
Happy in his redemption,
The father wildly prepares
No amount is too much.
The son gets what he came for,
Then kills his mother,
And his sister and whomever
Sees the trail of blood.
He wants to cover his tracks
But the scene is too crazy.
The best is to leave,
Without any more tracks.
He tries to escape, without an alibi
That he can remember.
If I have to state my alibi,
It will be the same.
I have no idea when or where I was
At hardly anytime, as each day runs
Together. It is a very long blur.
How to do such a simple innocent thing
No one belies strength citizenry accent
And I am language I am light friendship
Is in my blood I wear my heart on my
Sleeve I worry about little things they
Worry about me take your time, they say
Be patient love yourself as a person that’s
Where they get me I don’t I have no idea
How to do such a simple innocent thing






