Broken Bones
And all these broken bones
So dry from death
No time to cry
Over lost flesh and skin
Got dying and disintegrate down
So let’s keep these bones strong
From pestilence and harm
How much of this earth has gone
To that great spirit in the ever distance
But someday the flesh might die
Like walking by myself
Drained dusty in the desert
No time to pray much
Walk on and toward
Forever mangled magnetically
My arms fall off
This is madness spirit I need those
Things to last much longer
Please transport me to my spare body
I know I always keep a spare
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