Who Exactly Knows
7/16/17
Quit sticking out your nose
Before I make the passages clog with blood then close
Cut off your fingers and toes
So that they're exposed
If you don't survive, you just may be food for crows
And who exactly knows
You think you do, but nope
You don't
Have a clue, how it all goes
Across the globe
Continual wear and tear
Over here and there
I swear
Don't you dare
Tell me about how life is not fair
I don't care
And of this, I was already well-aware
Now go ahead and say a prayer
About you wanting your life to be spared
I'm sorry that this may scare
And be too much to bear
One minute we're here and a second later we've disappeared into thin air
As it all remains intact or crumbles into pieces
Rarely occuring or frequent
An occasional occurrence or ongoing sequence
So much more than a thesis
Everybody had their own weakness
As well as secrets
Regardless of if they do or don't believe in Jesus
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