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Long ago
Oh my lord, I know your story since before I was born, I was a good boy always going to church, curious one trying to peek in the hearse, someone I didn't know I would walk up to the casket, I wanted to see them rest in peace and not the way that I knew death everybody went blasting, their family would look at me like who the fuck is this kid, who walked in from the street still nobody said anything, never been afraid of death but I was always terrified of the statues that were kept in the basement, they would move and stand still at the same time I don't know how to explain it, run out of the building then walk all the way home, that was then and it feels like so long ago.
