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Inbetween Each Blink

Do you ever think
that between each
of every blink
and swirling down the sink
away go live's
somebody die's
northern water
runs clockwise
the south spins in sinc
and all over
we drop like flies .

Nature does it's job on us
a lunatic , a mob
pointing a gun
and such
he walks to the mall
and murder's with one touch
who said it was his call
to decide this much
down the people fall
with no deserve to it at all
next to nature
we are small
each other
we fear most of all
life for some
is a long haul
but for most
it's a short call
that's why these ghosts
wander old hall's
there's just no sense
in it at all .

So the next time
you think
washing life's grime
down the sink
is it your's
or mine
in the next blink.[/font]