Mark Millspaugh

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Sharp is the smell of inanimate beings
Crushing the breath out of once life-giving
Creatures who reap the plight that their
Artificial gods have them bear
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I can feel death
or maybe I crave it
every time I see her
passed out on the couch
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When a breeze of morning moves
And the planet of love's on high
We will see the inner jewels
That can open up our eyes
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War And Prejudice

Sharp is the smell of inanimate beings
Crushing the breath out of once life-giving
Creatures who reap the plight that their
Artificial gods have them bear
So on flows the river that packs their minds
With twisted logic and truth only lies
I am tired of a world in dismay
So who is my savior to take me away

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