The souls are dead
their souls are dead their bodies linger on
oh Jesus lord pkease tell them they are done
their eyes are dead their life has run its course
compared to this a death is not a curse.
on the platform working for this train
let's try the boat it will not come again.
shuffling moaning bending over frames
infernos of the mind, what is the game?
no mother father sibling looks with care
would it matter if they were not there?
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