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Phone call from God


I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me
A sweaty-toothed madman that pounds my brain
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the time he's mumbling
Mumbling truth
Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold
You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough
You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us
From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying
It'll just cover your face
As you wail, cry, and scream.

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