Words fall short trying to comfort the grieving, but you gotta know that theres hope to believe in: One day my Gods gonna crack the sky, Hes gonna bottle up every tear that we ever cried, bring truth to every lie, justice for every crime. All our shame will be gone and well never have to hide. No more broken hearts, no more broken homes, no more locking doors, no more cops patrolling, no abusive words or abusive touches, no more cancerous cells thatll take our loved ones. No more hungry kids, no more natural disasters, no child will ever have to ask where his dad is. No more funerals where we wear all black, and death will be dead and well lock the casket! - Andy Mineo, Death Has Died
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 03:15:07 +0000
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