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.:Nepal - The Last Call:.
not like
everyone that lives
is handling all their biz
both yours and his and mine and his
man, that’d be like a wiz
I don’t question what’s sincere
creeps acting like they care
thanking God for a healthy bod and for the luck
they thought was there
asking all to add a prayer
like the hit & miss soothsayer
some taking more risk
like a random crook insists
ignoring the book
a longer look
leaving someone
out there
pissed
many live & die and never get took
least not on this earthly plane
undone...those shakes not catching fakes
now that’s a cause for pain
rubble causing so much trouble
whole place becomes a grave
underneath the rubble wondering
what’s logic - what’s the aim?
purposeful the act?
one’s life to go unclaimed?
but when comes The Call when the walls fall would you bawl or would you crawl?
thanking God, for no gift of fame
having just had a life to claim
free of an Oh No, only a gotta go
thinking
damn, this
spot was lame
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