Preacher man
Preacher man i will sit and wait an hour, put on this shroud stitched together from my cold dreams,travel my grim reveries until you find your power,stop the poisoned screams of my dead son, design a soul to outfix death tell him the drug-dealers have gone when you hear his first breath, preacher man bring him back preacher man......
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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