Syria Aint Sublime
All of this may come to pass,
the dead aren't in Heaven, I talk to them alas,
the good and bad are all in the same place,
waiting to come back to the human race,
for their imperfection crimes.
Adam was his first begotten son,
and comes back from time to time,
to get religions going fine,
and Jesus Christ in one.
As ye sow so shall ye reap,
you get dropped here amongst the sheep,
where things are never fine,
with angst most all the time,
you suffer with the sheep,
of suicide is heaps,
born in Syria aint sublime....Don
your level of suffering depends on your birth place, subtle arrangement of the path.
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