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Lord Jesus Christ was run down
by a Monte Carlo
and it's hard to believe, hardly
The Ghost of our consciousness knows
we believe in what we don't believe
knowledge is just endless train
thank you Michael
The healing power of the sky is unjudged
we plug and we plug
but listening low
has us nothing know
so that's alright
you'd like to imagine
everything in even temper
but the tempos is not even
just a gradual resistance to the whole
& get unglued by the minuet
the dance that equals wall space
we disappear again and the n again
it disappears, but it it knows nothing
when you're twelve the perve is in the pink hat