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Night Gives Way To Morning
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November 2012 I'm just pretending, no way i truly am,
anything other then doomed or damned,
times ticking down slowly, i must repent,
for all of my sins ever said, done and sent,
corrupts your tent on the nights that it rains,
until you move on, it'll constantly happen again,
with nothing to gain or learn eventually you'll drown,
with the walls from your tent silencing any sound,
no matter the winner, or if you're a good swimmer,
you'll float til the sharks choose you as their dinner,
end as a sinner, come back as a hog,
if you repent, you may come back as a dog,
that's if you come back at all, or go to heaven or hell,
no living man can pray ever tell,
the way it all ends, slowly the tv goes dim,
as the night gives way to morning to relive this all again.
