As simple as this all may seem
The doctrines and constructs work more easily
When clinging to the vestiges
Of youth, or familial obligation
A search for truth, through a blurry xeroxed repetition
A bitter ruse of heavenly competition
Remember everyday, when you wake up
You're the product of, flesh and blood
So don't cry, there's no hell when you die
1 | Separated At Birth |
2 | Confluence |
3 | Plastic Surgery |
4 | Complete Works |
5 | Bearing Witness |
6 | Southeast First |