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The Ice Cold Song

The ice cold song freezes your ears with a frosty tune. You are holding your breath for a love song but as you try to hear the verses, frost bite shakes your eardrums. What’s going on says you who is the live audience waiting for a blue bird tone but all you hear is silence. You remembered when you heard all kinds of songs when you was younger. Now you can’t even hear thunder. The ice cold song turns into an imaginary ghost, leader of the ban. Your waiting to hear something out from your headphones as you doze away into the twilight zone. Someone rushes to your rescue as you don’t listen to their foot steps. The ambulance rises you up on a gurney and ask you, do you hear me, do you hear me while they give you cpr and pump your chest for a lucky lottery heart beat. The only thing you can finally hear is a angel voice singing a song praising the lord and savior Jesus Christ. You are now home.

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