Wednesday, July 2, 2008

death

Two quick steps, shuffle shuffle of the feet,
I must seem a little anxious, well, some say hell, but I've got death to meet.
Either way, I'm not here to stay,
It's about time to pay the price to lay bled-grey,

O if you could see my soul like an x-ray,
If you could examine me the next da---

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