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He's exhaling ecstasy, and it's expected of me,
with such an exchange fee, this ex con can't eat for free,
exactness is an expected guarantee,
I flipped the rock and exhaled at the sight,
of a thousand little bugs running freely through the dirt,
all different types living without unexpected twists,
lifeline beeping straight, don't try to pull me from the dirt,
how is that for a twist, I pick up a rock,
just to end up six feet under digging up worms and daisies,
well I have been here before, I have dug up daisies to roses to sunflowers,
I have slept with worms who kept me constant company,
listened to my story with no sense but hearing,
an insane lifestyle and mentality is overcoming sanity,
this is heresy, coup de tat, captain must now walk the plank,
shed one last tear as my feet leave the wood,
and my body hits cold, dark water with a loud splash.