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I’m just dead and so sorrowful inside
It feels like no one cares I feel this way
I’m full of dread and God’s merciful humility soaks away my pride
The feels of his absence — I feel today

My brother is nearly dead in the streets
It’s my fault it feels like deep down and the thoughts repeat itself
Now, I’m with my mother, pickling beets
I was in Satan’s occult until I noticed God’s light amongst myself

Dreamt of daisies in the wind against your soul’s mesmerizing music,
Pickling beets in the best way possible…beating with your heartbeat as it bleeds out, it soaks and about
It drowns me and stains me with beet juice and it’s so therapeutic
Tickling my taste buds, making it impossible to resist and the heat is getting higher without a doubt

I’m just ahead of the game somehow
I’m dealing with these emotions again
I’m cooling off the flames of my mind’s aching and breaking solitude anyhow
God, steal away this shame and tell me how he’s been…

My brother is nearly dead in the streets
It’s my fault it feels like deep down and the thoughts repeat itself
Now, I’m with my mother, pickling beets
I was in Satan’s occult until I noticed God’s light amongst myself

Dreamt of daisies in the wind against your soul’s mesmerizing music,
Pickling beets in the best way possible…beating with your heartbeat as it bleeds out, it soaks and about
It drowns me and stains me with beet juice and it’s so therapeutic
Tickling my taste buds, making it impossible to resist and the heat is getting higher without a doubt

I can feel his blood drip against my own
I can feel his lonesome heart beat alone
I can try to steal away his pain and stain him with happiness and satisfaction…it’s my intention to see him happier once more, once more
I can cry away his tears of tension and drain away his fears of apprehension…it’s my decision to experience his highs and lows to the core

Pickling beets to the rhythm of his hopeless heart
Pickling beets to the numbness that tore me apart
Pickling beets as my friendships break in shallow rivers
Stain me with his beet juice of uncanny, agonizing oceans
Let me hop the train of your mindset full of regretful shivers
Refrain from making me feel so many lamentable emotions
Pickling beets and jarring them with my mother… thank God it made me 
Thank God it made me glad 
And thank God it made my gladness happier
Thank God it made me feel happier my father
Missing my brother so much…missing my brother…missing him unlike any other…
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