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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required everybody’s dying everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying in this world we call insane and nobody knows it, ‘cause it’s part of the game and there is no resurrection once we fall down from that cross and there is no institution to redeem our final loss and there is no cotton bandage that can stop the bleeding wound and no time for looking backwards ‘cause we are already doomed everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying and we’re smiling all the while we just never realize it we just line up single file and the explosion of that bullet bursts across the nighttime sky and the mushroom cloud filters down and the laughing people cry and there is no restoration once our cities tumble down and there is no consolation for no prizes can be found and there is no rhyme or reason that can color over dead and no time for looking backwards to the words that Jesus said everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying and some have sold their souls and everybody knows it after sifting through the coals and there is no hope for another time the stainless sword just fell there is no care for your fellow man as he stumbles into hell and there is no constitution that politicians sign for the sign’s already written and sealed since the start of time and everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying though none can answer why and there are no super patriots who storm across the sky and there is no firm foundation to hold your footing down and there is no more destitution past the hunger sound and there is no vegetation to keep a man alive he should have eaten the bread of life if he wanted to survive and no time for looking backwards to the way it could have been that time has passed and satan’s tongue has pierced the hearts of men everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying God, take this pain from me this sight of annihilation this staining of the sea everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying the anguish is too real even a blind man who has darkened eyes no longer can conceal that window of his inner soul which holds the picture clear everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying my friend… the time is here tolbert
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