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 curs
e. 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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