okay...i think that one's been done, although I can see you're having fun with the dog and the bone...you gotta figure out how to scream the rhymes of a son redeemed from the filth and shit that holds you to what you can't forget...you're a new thing, with a new song, so write it down so we can all sing along and gleen hope from whom we cannot see....so we can all be what we were meant to be oh, but not what, it's who according to Merton who taught us how to see that the self we think we know is false; it's all wrong, so I'll add to your song a rhythm that comes from a heavenly sound....the dancing drums of angels all around - so dance my brother from a different mother; but the same Father who has love for the Son who bled till his skin weathered like an old woman's back side...oh can't go there, it's too wild, so I'll stop with the rhyme before I run into old Father Time and get my head chopped off for talking about his Old Lady
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