BEHIND me theres absolute light.
i can feel this bipoler thunder
pumping in side me and i hurt and
shake, still i stand strait.
BEHIND me theres a mannequin
with a pack of cards, , ,
and the rain i cant stop, still
it stands strait and true.
IN FRONT of me is the full moon, a
blue sky, a hint of summer, and a
man who says he, s the christ, still
i have to wonder, still i have to pray.
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