Monday, April 20

the way i feel so surreal

oh had i known the road would go
along this way through fallen snow
stained red by those who didn't know
i would not go, i would not go

if ever i knew of the way
that some day the price i'd pay
to lay down and die today
i would not stay, i would not stay

though you may think that you would drink
of all the cups filled to the brink
until you've inked yourself with pink
it's just a wink, just a wink

to throw your lot into the pot
and trust the Lord will fail you not
to keep you from disease and rot
it's all you've got, it's all you've got

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