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the worldly folk armies of the twice enchanted for common tragedies                           reaping the pleasures of others that they can no longer enjoy singing goats songs                escaping to the hills of freedom while a coil of rope of undisclosed amount unravels behind the scape goat like the elusive gonzo hunter's infamous mumble as tumbling down a rabbit hole in search of self landing in a pool of sharks                                                 all have fallen short of thy glory as we Pierrots stage upon stage                                        the verismo or in contemplation committed the Pagliacci                                                with tears and laughter in your eyes where to find sanity in a mad mad world                      laughing at parodies of you own self will only last so long                                                like waking up to find the drink again with shaky hands                                                      for all have sinned on the way to meet Jesus                                                                     for He came to save the lost the friendly physician rejoicing more for one sheep found than the ninety-nine still on a more tragic note is the one who thinks he is not lost                     counting sheep to go to sleep to get passed the regrets of the day                                      awaking to chance wandering the world for another day                                                blinded by an unseen enemy who tells him he will be okay                                               then repeat the matter of his own comedy without hope                                                     without God in this world but there is hope for I was there                                              to find find power love and a sound mind a peace that surpasses all understanding             while working so hard to find the who am I                                                                  The good shepherd found me my greatest treasure                                                      may He find you the Lord Jesus is the gift to mankind                                                       when you find him it does not have to end in a tragic time
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