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Not Good Enough To Die Young

They say the good die young And so I keep getting older Keep testing fate Keep winning So I keep getting bolder My fire keeps burning colder I like to point at the lightning And then laugh at the thunder I figure I got 6 years And 6 months before I'm 6 feet under There's no kind of food That can feed this hunger I chewed a hole in my soul And yet I was still starving Just the other day I saw my heart on a milk carton I may not be invincible But shouldn't be alive either I never needed a watch My lungs are my timekeeper One breath means one less Looking forward to the one After there's only one left

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 1/8/2017 4:55:00 PM
An Epic to those who passed on before? This deep "cry" suggests areas where the worldwide food relief centers have not yet reached- Missions, Philanthropists, Private Sectors, Red Cross, others? The Lord did not count those 6 years and 6 months, you did by giving up!
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Date: 1/8/2017 4:58:00 PM
PS. John, I Hope there's more HOPE for 2017. Rainbow.