Draw a Better Picture
Is it her calling?
I was just drawling
pictures of my feelings.
All these killers and retards
we should be healing,
Insted we are keeping
them from the world.
Tis it was the greatest story ever told
until our memories were sold.
Help us, lord
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
are the words.
Listen,
I'm speaking to the nation
about a lost generation,
built off of freedom and innovation,
that was sweeping the nation
during the emancipation proclamation.
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