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the dirt
sin is my name, life is a blue haze of wasted days
my mind is my mind. it is what it is my sin is being who i am.
i roll hard i die young my fate awaits the dirt does not care.
the worms wait there they will with my death take back what i have taken in life.
I will nourish, my death is life if only one flower blooms from rotting flesh.
i can hardly wait to meet the fate that will be.
fall and burn to return what i took from my god he will make sure i pay my dues.
its all good i all ways knew it would work out
i am clean my sin is who i am he will understand.
my mind is my mind. it is what it is my sin is being who i am.
i roll hard i die young my fate awaits the dirt does not care.
the worms wait there they will with my death take back what i have taken in life.
I will nourish, my death is life if only one flower blooms from rotting flesh.
i can hardly wait to meet the fate that will be.
fall and burn to return what i took from my god he will make sure i pay my dues.
its all good i all ways knew it would work out
i am clean my sin is who i am he will understand.
Published 3rd Sep 2018
Author's Note
the snakes are damned because you are afraid. your fear is funny.
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4th Sep 2018 1:07pm
expression.
some. deep. truth in this
" roll hard i die young my fate awaits the dirt does not care.
the worms wait there they will with my death take back what i have taken in life.
I will nourish, my death is life if only one flower blooms from rotting flesh. "
some. deep. truth in this
" roll hard i die young my fate awaits the dirt does not care.
the worms wait there they will with my death take back what i have taken in life.
I will nourish, my death is life if only one flower blooms from rotting flesh. "
