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Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
P.C.P. gun to the head,
strangling his forearm to his veins with smack.
half a or a barrel full of lead.
Grasping at and coming up empty, Carving with his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."

Sally spells success
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
Tightrope things, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
Her security blanket has itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.

Nothing changes, will.
skeptic, primed for the kill.
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling pockets again and again
Selling soul, taking your fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.

Some throw bricks through and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
The point was made ago,
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
Fistful of sand a prize.
you do, nothing can be new.
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
chaff on the wind, your life's blow.
The Lord is God, we live forever.What is good? What is true?