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Lord only knows.



May my God make me worthy and my Devil make me fine.

For both they are at odds to own this soul of mine.

For though I"m never good at ever being bad,

I have this Cross to bare that makes me very sad.

If I could sell a fish or two a wealthy man I"d be,

some dough and bread to make, like a man from Galilee.

If I could tell a tale to catch a crowds attention

would I be lost for words, beyond all comprehension

could you believe my tale, that beggars all belief

a story oh so tall about a Joker and a Thief...



                  You and I

                   will die.

                 Hopefully above

                   or else we"ll fry.



                      Amen.

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