Saturday, August 7, 2010

You Are Not Wood Chipped Off a Piece of the Old Block
but they will tell you so
BEGAN? TO 12:39 AM - 8/7/2010

Bring him back the foot
Stomp him in the head
Don't bring back the dead
It's blood like muck and soot

Rather be the angel in today
Nothing can be better than praise
Not even your hands you have to raise
Lately you've been thinking about moving steady

You're more than a pyramid of criminality
Inside something murks so precious and good
Life is better to you than food
And (but) ingestion of spoken reality becomes your mentality

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