It's really hard to explain,
If it was just a game,
It would be over by now,
Oh how I wish I had chosen my words more wisely,
But with time strinkin fingers,
and true true honesty,
I have lost this battal to nature,
And nature is the true victor,
Will Father Time send his Son to my rescue, probly,
Mother Nature has swollwed up death and left it at my door,
I was trying to rise to a challenge,
But the offer was already shun,
If you want to keep digging we'll find enlightnment,
after all what dose desert terrian produce but crazy cactuses,
wild horses and cows I guess,
Never really been there but tell jim I said high,
when all your silly minds games fail to raise him from the dead,
and your in hell with him,
I'm just gonna invest in gold and when this war is over I'll be a millionare,
Raise you hands high when your see Jesus returning with fire,
Maby he'll have mercy on you then, Maby he's not commin back in your life time but he's very real to me,
As Far as I'm concerned he's already here.
Microwave meals are tastey,
But you better off at ruby tuesdays or jacksons down by harbor island,
If they haven't shut down yet,
Tell Chris I said I hope he makes a killing I'll have a new batch of paintings ready for Christmas,
Your gonna love Chrstmas in July,
If anyone talks to Paris tell her to just strum the Pope like a dick,
Thats what he made them kids do.
But uh hopefully there are more advatages to harpsville germany than that.
Faith is Journaey Not a guilt trip.
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