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No More Broken Hearts or Promises... Only Broken Spirits
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Sad So after walking five years down this God forsaken path,
I feel trapped by the same frickin problems wrapped in different coating.
Like an old, low budget country western movie...
Riding his horse past the same bush 12 times, and shooting forty nine bullets from his six shooter without reloading.
I've given up on poetic structure, and really structure altogether.
The only consistent consistency in my life lies in my repeating downfall.
Like the U.S. postal service, all my failures deliver despite any weather.
Spread the gospel of my downfall, much too violent to be kept silent.
Always teaching, always preaching, left behind, I'm standing, reaching;
Out to anyone who'll listen. Someone, give your son a kiss, and
Tell me that I'm not forsaken, tell me I've just been mistaken.
Cuz my breathing's getting shallow, and my pulse is fading quickly.
Coughing, gasping, through the choking, someone pinch me, wake me, prick me.
Bleeding, speeding, heart stopped beating.
Frozen, posies, eye lids closing.
- Lo Ruhamah
