Overcoat Gone
sounds very right by me,
overcoat worn out,
and back i'll be,
where thought does rule eternity,
till me soul has no more doubt,
i'm free,
on the 7th level eternally,
no other way about,
when debt is paid by me,
spring out of the old overcoat, dead you be,
back just west of eternity,
badder dudes return constantly,
the suffering side of humanity,
balance and logic prevail,
on the list of serenity...
Don
re: Dying To Be Me
Mystic Rose
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