The proliferation of voices
The making of the wrong choices
Got me blinded
Got me spitting, brimstone and fire
Today, my catastrophe I retire
My heart now looks upward
Looking forward to our shared lot
In this toast of the world
Henceforth,
I'll shun lousy voices
Wrong sources,
Of what you feel, know and hear
Local champs
Lacking in calm
Jack of everything
Master of nothing
Never heeding wise counsel
Today, I make this vow
So, help me God
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Tequila plus blues for you to pass away. Goodbye and good riddance
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