___________
Sum of my life, so skinny, could slip between two thoughts sideways and have no memory of it.
_____________
Radio Copy
1986
Characters: Friendly neighborhood gangsters
Flunky “We’ll cover you boss”
Boss “I’ll go around front and finish off this new illuminated awning from ________
These patrons gotta have protection from the elements in this hood”
Flunky “Hey boss, we’ve been spotted!”
Boss “I know Flunky, these big bright letters are a dead give away. Folks will be
coming from miles around”
SFX (police siren)
Flunky “Watch out boss, business is picking up”
Boss “Get in the car Flunky”
Anncr ________’s illuminated awnings and customized rollups increase the flow
of customers, cut energy costs and advertise 24 hours a day. Protect your
image, call ___________ for a cost saving estimate.
Boss “Take my advice Flunky, when it comes to staying in business count on
an illuminated storefront from ____________. It’ll keep you outta the cooler!”
SFX (car door slams, car squeals away)
1987
Anncr When you seek a peace (ocean sound) you dream
of your Cool Night Spa, and let the soothing, flowing, clear waters take you
there. Cool Night Spas are distributed by _________, the company that
can turn your night dreams into a (faint mellow horn of a cruise ship)
vacation at home. There’s a (ocean wave fades) Cool Night Spa,
for these times, for anytime.
07/1990
SFX Horse on a gallup on dirt, sound fading behind hills and up again on flat
Horse slows to a trot
Horse pulls up, saddle creaks as rider dismounts, boots hit the ground,
spurs jangle
Boot steps on wooden porch, door creaks open, foot steps on tile floor
Door shuts
Anncr Coming home to a Gold Timber Cabin and over 200 years of
tradition in American home building means coming home…
SFX The horse rider, with a relaxing sigh slumps into plump chair
Anncr …to a secure foundation…
SFX Boots with spurs drop to floor
Anncr …on which to build the future
Teen daughter Hi Dad, have a good ride? Daaad, can I borrow the keys tonight?
Anncr …home sweet home
Teen daughter I cleaned up my roooom
Anncr …a Gold Timber Cabin is worth its weight in the very small amount
of gold it takes to own one. So before you saddle up to a big city
mortgage, ride on out to the Gold Timber Cabin Company…
SFX fire in fireplace, country music in air
Anncr …sit a spell, see how they build them, see how you can…
Teen daughter Thanks Dad, I’ll be home by 10.
Anncr … Gold Timber Cabins. Come on home.
____________
Love is Perfection
Perfect Love requires the elimination of the multiverse. The multiverse will eventually collapse into a black hole, or not. But Love is a big stick. All you can do in your life is practice grace over tolerance. Never accept, never tolerate. Instead, have patience. Hope for a Perfect Love to wipe it all out. Peace at last.
Worthy Quotes
…”The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it”. George Orwell.
…”Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil”. Isaiah 5:20
…John Adams said that the US Constitution was designed for a moral and religious people, which we are neither.
…”The average American wouldn’t know truth if it reared up and bit them in the fat stuff. What is truth? Exactly. The whole of human knowledge is a cult. Which end of the screwdriver do I stick in my ear? What’s a screwdriver?”. GLC
_______________________
Cult of the Pynk Flamyngo
Some buns ago an associate mentioned she was on her way to the garden and nursery store. That her mother had need of a shrub, to be planted in front of her house, placed just so, to hide some unsightly garden hose from the view from the street.
I had no take in the matter personally. But a few days later, in the middle of the nightness, I was awakened by a vision. And in this vision I saw the entire parking lot covered with a flock of Pynk Flamyngos, each Pynk Flamyngo having a short piece of garden hose between its beaknesses.
Immediately, the pynkness of the vision was revealed to me. That wherever in the world is a garden hose there is a Pynk Flamyngo watching over it (although they do tend to chew the poor hose into pieces). And this is when I reached the glorious State of Pynknification.
I now beseech any and all who will observe to experience their own personal Pynknoid Conversion.
So let us pray,
“O Great Pynk Flamyngo,
We acknowledge that we have been hosed.
We now dedicate our lives to the pynknification of all the looney liberals and of all the crazy conservatives all over the world who do not yet confess to thy pynkxistence.
And to the saving of the multiverse climate, that hose without end, unraveling through space at full pynkness speed toward that great pynk hole, never to have pynkxisted anyway.
Proudly we wear our piece of chewed up garden hose around our necks so as to identify with thy Great Pynkness, and so protect ourselves in the nightness from the wanderings of the non-pynknessers.
And to the saving of the multiverse climate, that hose without end, unraveling through space at full pynkness speed toward that great pynk hole, never to have pynkxisted anyway.
Proudly we wear our piece of chewed up garden hose around our necks so as to identify with thy Great Pynkness, and so protect ourselves in the nightness from the wanderings of the non-pynknessers.
In the Name of the Great, Greater and Greatest Pynk Flamyngo Over All,
we pray,
Aflam”.
__________
Backup Plan
Peer reviewed science? Is that a joke? There is no empirical evidence the
preexisting conditions required for “it was always there” just fell out of the
nothingness. Science can barely push the buttons on the dashboard of
nature and only to see what lights up. Yes, there is always a Before That.
Over 3 billion sets of letters, of instructions in DNA for the assembly and
operation of a molecule before the molecule, before life can exist.
Deoxyribonucleic acid is the code, the idea, and it can be printed out on
paper and you can stare at it. Yes, the idea always comes first and this
fact is True Science.
Evolution does not pursue truth, but domination. When you preach the religion
of evolution you’re preaching hate, misgendering, disease, war and abortion.
If Charles Darwin was alive today he’d rather take up golf.
The dinosaurs belong in that stage of the planet where they were created and
destroyed. Leave them there. There is no connection between them and our
present stage of the planet, also about to be destroyed. You actually think the
cell phone is progress? Humans are still the black hole soul of the multiverse.
God is not religious, is not that small, does not fit into science, nature, religion or
that greasy space between your ears and inner self. God does not hear your prayers,
will not be polluted with the knowledge of the human condition.
Jesus said “I am the way, the truth and the light. No one comes to the
Father but by Me”. Jesus carries out God the Father’s commands. Jesus is the
Jehovah of the Old Testament who rained down fire and brimstone on Sodom
and Gomorrah, and Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever.
God is Perfect Love which means He will obliterate everything. Your
ideology is not up to His standards. He doesn’t want anything from you.
When evil nations team up to attack the nation of Israel IT IS OVER.
Jesus the Christ will make you suffer and and you won’t be able to die.
Then Jesus will finally obliterate Babylon the Whore World System.
Give your life to Jesus NOW. He will wipe out your past and make you into the
person that God designed you to be.
“Dear Jesus, I confess my life of sin to you, I was born into sin, into a sinful world
and I am sinful from birth. Please save me from eternal death and make me
your servant. I will obey and love you forever”.
“For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God”. Romans 3:23 KJV
“But if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and
to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I John 1:9 KJV
Poetry on the Run
11/16/2020
A healthy limit
The edge of options
19 untapped podcasts
Dystopia, history, repeats
Take the first round
The matrix ticks in seconds
The game, 3rd and long
Meet on the new earth
Frequently new
Works, sonnets, quizes
Produce and promote
Be seen as they be
Read and do math
Woke minds, canceled culture
Alas, Great New Deal
Is a fumbled abortion
Empirical evidence
Preexisting condition
Was Always There
It fell out of nothing
We believe, we believe
Censorship wins
It starts the last war
That entropy moment
A bug is me
A gaggle is we
Worship Great Pynk Flamyngo
But recyle on Wednesdays
For all have sinned
Come short of His glory
There isn’t a penny
For your revelation
Login for fresh stupid
Ever wrong but famous
There’s money in war
Peace can’t be bought
Weep old my prophet
No balm in Gilead
No mask can save
From virus apocalypse
This message came
It’s on its way
Even the righteous
Will melt in fear
Oh, change the channel
We don’t need to hear
We are the new order
So let’s have a beer.
06/2017
It comes to you, you can’t go there
Not a substance, not a chip
No hyperlinks or code
Just something from nothing
You’re not objective you just have them
You already know what you want to hear
Your shadow’s back, you doubting Thomas
You can’t believe what you are told
You vote for a shepherd
You get what you vote for
Sheep eat what they are fed
Sheep get slaughtered
Trade is free but isn’t fair
Trade is global but is not noble
If you can think it
It’s already old
You’re not an island, not your own
You don’t make choices you only gamble
Wisdom is the past present and future
And all at the same moment
No one survives their own beliefs
There is no fail safe
The mercury chokes your ambitions
Shower away your committments
Failure fades like a summer tan
You’ll hold out for next year
Better global swarming
You bug in the dirt
Berries and sugar
The poison goes down
The jewelry is virtual
You’re spinning around
God is not religious, not that small
Not in science, nature, inner self
Does’t hear your prayers
Doesn’t know you exist
Would not be polluted
With the human condition
But do you hear Him?
His Annointed One calls you.
I’m going to write a song
It won’t take long
What style do you like?
It’s already in your mind
This song will not be popular
The rhythms are different
The lyrics are true
But the world is tuneless
Sing a song of joy and love
Failing forward, hope
Forgiveness is yours for asking
That no one should perish.
11/23/2008
Why can’t I love?
I don’t possess it
Gloom or joy
Yes, no, not yet
My life so skinny
Slips sideways ‘tween thoughts
With no memory of it
Ambient airs of blue
If anyone wanders
Bring them back
Be on your mission
When night attacks
Boring is good
The streets are safer
Out of the woods
Don’t believe what you read
No calls, no visits
Could be depression
I’m all out of mushrooms
Therein lies the lesson
Warmth and pause
Own and share
Without a cause
Will you be there?
11/22/2008
Reload Pharoah’s army
Collect your stories
Download the sun
Manna sticks to your bones
The city pulses
With ache and impulses
All the little pretties
Soon lose their petals
Unscramble the spirits
Mix in the schemes
String the potions together
So science dreams
Star spangled beauty
Floating in fluids
Sacred but faded
As were the Druids
A man’s got to know
His own limitations
Fired six shots or five
No more conversation
From here to the station
A very short walk
But foggy this morning
This has all gone so wrong.
11/16/2008
Life is a vapor
Drowning perspective
The elite have a vision
With both eyes closed
You’ll remember the Fall
When man ceased to live
We step on each other
To the end of the hall
Where the door doesn’t open
It is not what we thought
All science is notions
Like pie in the sky
I’m raised to my crown
A logical man
While Babylon falls
Like dust to the ground.
11/24/2008
He twisted in air
Then fell to the floor
I wasted a shot
A hole in the chair
Couldn’t prove a thing
Didn’t have the clout
I took some chances
My demise, no doubt
I kind of liked him
All the guts ever made
Trust one condition
Don’t stand in the shade
The Prince of Peace
Who conquered death
The sin swirles the drain
Of all that I’ve missed.
10/07/2009
She wasn’t warm and fuzzy
It wasn’t really planned
Crystal was her name
But really it was Trina
Warm and wet and sticky
Tall and thin and dark
Would you like some happy?
She led me to the park
Her mother didn’t know
She danced a lot of tables
A college earned degree
She paid the bills as able
Don’t always get a warning
You smile and hold the door
You wait a moment still
A hint that there is more
It wouldn’t be my day
I blew my horn and more
We stopped and headed back
It’s simple, what’s in store
Samaria is desolate
Fallen by the sword
From shadow I’ll return
To righteous with my Lord.
02/2010
I’d like to stand at the edge of space
And see the fate of the human race
I see a sign that says “the end”
My mistake, says “enter in”
Cart before the horse as theories go
Before that and that which came before
Perpetual motion, convenient religion
Design a big box, decide what is in it
Smart cell machines can turn on a dime
Don’t need a zillion years to explain time
Be not a man who can stand in place
Don’t have the faith of faithless in space
Store your treasure up on earth
Bag of dirt is all you’re worth
All the athiests rejoice
But all they really have is faith
Product of man made whishy changey
We worship state sponsored evolutionishy
We glory in Survival, we of superior weapon
The sum of our life is murder death kill
Old, boring, ugly, shave your head in protest
Dumbed down loonie lefties and crazy righties
Flailing around in their own tasty leavings
In all this excitement, do you feel lucky?
Hands reaching out in admission of guilt
Pulling poor souls from despair to safety
Strive to relieve some of the pain in the world
Press on with purpose while the sun still shines
Clean between your ears and inner self
There is a fountain filled with blood
And sinners washed beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
10/2013
Empty space ports
Uninstalled parts
Fruit with no seeds
Rocks in my shoes
Man on the bubble
Hollow broken hearts
Death is at home
The beekeepers ballad
Stinging and molting
No, I’m not the honey
The nest has been sprayed
Empty words are my sky
Skinny thoughts, fat moments
Shallow hours and deep visions
More troubles than Solomon’s wives
Whiff of fear and loathing
Sideways paradise, abstract art
Policy thin as stale air
Cancel crowd cultural cleansing
Believe as you’re told or starve
Life dies in the garden
The Darwin of fading light
Rude leaves fall on each other
A salad of lost souls and ashes
Let’s talk about pressure
What is in the cookies?
The owls hoot at the rush hour
Of idiots rushing to death
Twitters of famous fools
Gorging chocolate at twilight
Tin stars in the closet
Singing ballads of rust
Taking solace in nature
Hiding death among ferns
We’re way beyond spores now
Drowsiness may occur
Flaming strawberry pudding
Putting Lucifer in orbit
Unidentified noo noo
10,000 volts of jello
Famine in grassy meadows
Precious uselessness
Face your far side
Cat fud on your crackers
The decline of the futons
The peak of the teepee
Three echos from silence
Seek truth from the snails
Empires like grapes
Trampled, bad wine
Sleeping awake
Collection of downs
Suddenly, your 38 caliber moment arrives
Shot in the dark, shot out of hell
Death is not yet at home
Your renewal is confirmed.
So, Halt, change the colors
The symphony rises
Cuts turn to scabs
Decline becomes healing
Refined in glory
Not all upright
But street level steady
Connected, mature
Waves of new words
Stimulate senses
Evil bytes dissolve
Dreams are reloaded
Pacific night is blowing
All debts are cancelled
Nature has buried
The fittest of species
Way beyond falling
Courage stands loudly
Ten shores to go
Don’t crater your faith
The boat is slow but dry
Cast off for the glow
Eternity watches you
Where are your oars?
Blessed are the thirsty
Though dogs bite the walls
Your name has been written
Hear now, your name has been called.
03/18/2016
Your dress is so tight and low cut
I can see everything babe
Down to the shades of your spirit
Do you want me to keep looking?
Do you want to share your innermost?
Or does the dress make the lady?
I see all over you my lovely lady,
I see where you want us to go
My love is used up, but I’m interested
A different day now, your smile is full
I notice your eyes now, your hope
I like your new style, you wear it well
No tears, fear or proving
You are totally beautiful
Because you believe that you are.
12/30/1995
Went out all in leathers
Helped a lady cross the street
I was looking both ways
but missed it in the heat
They were wanting my hat
Then I lost my head
A kick and a shove
And a broken bed
A man laid down
He was not alone
I’m lame and the flame
Keeps licking my toes
I can’t see the clock
But I know the trail
If I stop I’ll get caught
And a criminal I’m not
I got a witness you know
But you know what they say
They can turn on a dime
And then they’re against you
When I go, I’ll be in leather
I won’t be too kind,
I’m a face but I’m not blind
Coming up behind you.
01/20/2008
How high the sun
How low the moon
Monday I’m pressed and depressed
Tuesday, thrown out with the rest
Wednesday, I’m down to nagging
Thursday, reduced to begging
Friday, so glad it’s over
Saturday, growing clover
How high the sun
How low the moon.
11/19/1999
Lift a song with all your might
Of waves and sky and wings aflight
Cold chains lay empty on the chair
The room now still with lifeless air
Sing it loud when no one’s there
Sing it proud so strangers care
Every day slips into night
But shadows will give way to light
Oh tell me know! I’ll heed your choice
Stripped of weight run to your voice
Sing freedom! Sing love and life
Your precious tune, sweet and light
I know your song, I know it’s right
The notes, the beats, the rests repeat
I’ll sing your song with you tonight
We’ll lift our songs with all who might
I sing your Song
To you,
Tonight !
03/1999
Hail’s a beatin
On the window
I was fumbling
For the key
Lost a moment
To the feeling
Between hope
And apathy
Sensed the season
Was a changing
Father time
Was on the run
Interceding
For the sinner
Was a fading
With the sun
Grabbed the latch
And found it open
Read the note,
Said it was free
Just believing
Keeps you clinging
To the rocks
Above the sea
Guage the timing
Enter swiftly
Hope to see you
By the by
Can’t decide
Just who to follow?
There’s no fact
You’ll run aground
Brave the stormin’
And the grieving
You can make
The other side
Use the key
That you’ve been leaving
On the window
sill outside
03/22/1990
There’s a light through the leaves
Of the trees on the water
A reflection from the moon
Since the sun has left the sea
From a tide pool stirring
Rising from the reeds
Is the Human story
Per the books we’re made to read
Did we come from the swamp,
Did we struggle from the sea?
We see what want to see
We accept what we can see.
If humans were objective
There’d be peace on earth
But humans are not objective
They simply have them
Fish are jumping, water’s boiling
People swimming in debris
Family trees uprooted
By underworld relations
Looking back, the beginning
Is just an old ending
Nothing learned
nothing gained
Did we learn it, is it natural
Will we ever know the actual
There’s no answer from within us
Can decide from what we see
There’s a light through the leaves
Of the trees on the water
A reflection of the record
God has written through His Son
Not an adaptation
From a scene in vogue
But an invitation
And gift of gold
Press a button on the dashboard of multiverse
To see what Lights up
Will we save earth
From the advancing entropy?
We’re not equipped. Humans are outdated.
The whole of human knowledge is a cult.
06/1990
People unstairs people downstairs
People stare at people midstairs
Census hiring, clarifying
People coming out of nowhere
Working evenings working weekends
Work that weakens you from both ends
Crowded highways always monday
Sliding sideways never forward
Crowded highways busy Mondays
Crowded leaning, sitting, spitting
Never seeing what they’re eating
People coming out of nowhere
Building houses building chaos
Living still in rented shambles
Indications more predictions
Signs of growing contradictions
Leaving cities leaving stations
Leaving family situations
Making life a little faster
Quantity is now the answer
We were told to multipy
When the earth was barely dry
But the sin became our own
And the truth has not been told.
People eating people dealing
People reeling in their feelings
Open spaces changing places
Saving face and filling stations
Filling oceans killing potions
Up to here with stranger notions
Sell the trees and import plastic
Politics is growing drastic
Different tongues that keep insisting
Minds made up and never meeting
New arrivals come and get it
Have no thought for those who made it
New arrivals come and get it
Have no thought for those who made it
People coming out of nowhere
Science spending all the bankroll
Hope for answers from the black hole
People messing with the seasons
Moving faster to disaster
It’s your choice and you decide
If you do or if you die
Spread the news or step aside
People’s ways are worthless
Need to change your way of thinking
Hope is ever on the rise
Bless this moment.
04/1990
Used to talk to you a lot on the radio
Yes, I said a lot of things on the radio
Was a one way conversation but you said that it was fine
Used to talk to you a lot on the radio
Played a melody or two on the radio
Listen for your favorite song on the radio
Just an interruption now, but we’ll be right back
And play a melody or two on the radio
It’s the latest off the wire on the radio
Add an editorial from the radio
Sports was coming to you too but we’re running out of time
Check the weather when leave the radio
Saw you looking through the glass at the radio
I was trying to be cool on the radio
Yes, my shoes are still untied and I’ll talk about that too
When you’re looking through the glass at the radio
Sometimes between songs you would call me up
Talk for hours on the phone and not miss a break
Send me cookies if you want
Used to hear from you a lot on the radio
Could we talk a little more off the radio
Did I mention I was leaving and the music’s going to stop
Did I kind of lose the feeling, are my cues a little off
Used to talk to you a lot on the radio
05/1991
Sunday leads to Monday ’round the world
Roses win the hearts of young and old
Certain things you count on every season
Like the love that keeps us warm when it is cold
Speaking of the rationale
Talking ’bout the logical
Get a little bit emotional
‘Bout me and you
Summer leads to dusk and fading blooms
Harvesting the fruit of well laid plans
Fighting off the challenge to convictions
Like the one that keeps us “me and you”
Speaking of the rationale
Talking ’bout the logical
Get a little bit emotional
‘Bout me and you
Huddle up, get closer to the fire
Keep it hot and brightest in the night
Years go by, we might find it easier
But nothing stops our victory parade
Speaking of the rationale
Talking ’bout the logical
Get a little bit emotional
‘Bout me and you
01/1991
One day in June by the summer wind
Sailed a painted ship from the city din
Full of life’s provisions should it take that long
To return with tales and a sailer’s song
It was life that simmered ‘neath the sweltering sun
Blame the land and neighbors for the course he’d run
And it wasn’t sense to give up one day
For the spinning wheel and the beggar’s pay
The wind blew fair and the will was strong
Toward the edge of night on a course for one
Misting up his eyes, leaving friends behind
And the things they’d shared crossed upon his mind
It was not enough, didn’t compensate
For the folks that hurt and the kind that hate
He was heading west and with all avail
Had the rudder tied and a broad full sail
For no change of heart could abort his plan
He would beach his craft on the island sand
Helpless don’t we feel, till the wind blows “dare”
And we step aboard, leave the ashore the care
That has strapped us down to a life that stops
When the timer rings or the shift clock starts
Hope blows on the wind and invites us sail
With the knowledge gained from the times we’ve failed
Haul the chain on board, set the mast, ship the oars
Claimed by yonder shores, another soul is yours.
11/22/1991
Riding high in the shadow I see the sky move
On a gallop across the wet sand
From lobby to seashore I am making my move
Leave the 21st century behind
Changing mind and changed habits drip sweat from my brow
Pulling nets up the river by dawn
Take a seat in the saddle and beat up that time
Loose the reins on those dreams one more time
Got a city man’s timing
A country boy’s heart
The mind just to laugh it all by
Got a woman who loves me
The kind you can’t buy
Can’t believe that I’m riding this high
Hear my grandpa tell stories of life we can’t know
And a grandma who carried her side
On the porch ’till the crickets strike up their tune
“Neath a big golden magical moon
If the memory was stronger of life on the bay
Would I pass it along to my own
Wish the weekend was longer and time didn’t fly
Just a little bit moist in my eye
Got a city man’s timing
A country boy’s heart
The mind just to laugh it all by
Got a woman who loves me
The kind you can’t buy
Can’t believe that I’m riding this high
Got a city man’s timing
A country boy’s heart
Riding double, head out for blue sky
01/25/1991
Sail me to the shores of heaven
Make me light as air
Help me if I start to stutter
Stop me if I stare
I mean to say
Walk my way
I want to say
How I care
Light my star with every season
Golden as your hair
I could never count the reasons
Why you send me there
I’ll try to ask
Please be mine
I’ll love your
For all time
Show me all the seven wonders
Trust me if you dare
I will make your world a wonder
Nothing could compare
If I could ask
Be my friend
And you’d reply
Let’s begin
07/1990
Hail’s a beatin’ On the window
I was fumbling for the key
Lost a moment to the feeling
Between hope and apathy
Sensed the season was a changin’
Father time was on the run
Intercession for the sinner
Was a fading with the sun
Grabbed the latch and found it open
Read the note, said it was free
Just believing keeps you clinging
To the rocks above the sea
Gauge the timing, enter swiftly
Hope to see you by the round
Just decide you need to follow
Chance delay you run aground
Brave the storming and the greaving
You can make the other side
Use the key that you’ve been leaving
On the window sill outside
03/27/1990
You get so all excited and you haven’t stop to think if it’s for real
You’re losing all your senses and your mind is spinning like a wheel
Stop and read the writing on the wall
The world just ain’t a ‘turning and the clock she isn’t ticking just for you
The bells they aren’t a ringing and the weather isn’t holding off for you
Stop and read the writing on the wall
The choir sings the pages, the preacher cites his sermon
The sky is getting dimmer, the candle’s burning shorter
Stop and read the writing on the wall
Maybe in the forest you can find your family tree
Try to think about it different, the gift of life is free
Stop and read the writing on the wall
See you at the truck stop, maybe on a ship at sea
A predetermined course that somehow, you can’t see
Stop and read the writing on the wall
Stop and read the writing on the wall
09/1990
No, I can’t see far but I see quite well
And I know this world ain’t escaping its hell
People aren’t living natural and they’re bound to pay
For the rights they’re wanting in a different way
If you don’t know the truth then you can’t see the lies
Got to live your life the way an arrow flies
Say you got it right when you have no rule
Living by your wits as an average fool
No, it don’t sound sweet, who’s accusing who
Hoping ain’t enough to stop the things we do
If you don’t accept the truth then you’ll die by lies
Got to live your life the way an arrow flies
Moses wasn’t long on the mountain top
When the people strayed and caused the love to stop
Justice isn’t simple and it don’t sit good
When you pay the price that a sinner should
If you can’t see the truth then you can’t stop the lies
Just commit to living like the arrow flies
Got to life your life
The way an arrow flies
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