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RE: The Devil
Th wayward signs pointing west
post haste nothing to spare but time itself
what a mess this skeleton in disguise
a world of chaos a world awaiting chaos
not so much why's but to know the relay stopped
what a time if we could only have some more
. you must be out there some where, inside sleeping still
probably somewhere, everything is like somewhere man...
Pinky and The Brain.... not the greatest poet.... pretty terrible...
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