Preach the word to me...

Tell me the road is full of prayer and blessings...

Where the grass grows in different colors...

Fruits for the rats and bunnies...

Where all differences can reach a middle child...

But you scorn us like a widowed lover...

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"Donate to me..."

Every time I see that bucket,

I smile knowing you've shown your skin...

That you tried to conceal under the sheets at night...

The shade wasn't strong enough...

Tell me how many times you've listened to air,

When you were on your knees...

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"Give me a good life"

To awaken in the same hole you built...

"Tell me everything will be alright"

When everything is just plain and simple likes walls...

If there's one thing I want to know,

Is what land you live in?

It couldn't be the same as me...

But maybe a land of sunsets where love is made on a strawberry swing...

Looking down at the endless in which we rose above...

The abyss can't touch heaven...

Goodbye darkness...

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Mango skies,

Clouds raspberry blue...

Cherry smiles...

Clean air surrounding the memorial farplanes of a foreign fantasy...

Where the water is up to our necks,

And we smile as it chokes us...

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Break the rum open,

Tell me that you've seen a man of many hands,

Whom tells you that all is good and great in the eyes of evil...

I wonder what's that like...

To be taken out of this world for once...

To see an outer majesty of brilliance...

To connect with what is true,

And not be a mule for a bucket of sins...

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I can only wonder...

What's behind your breath...

As you preach alcohol to our souls