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Grim And HopelessI speak to the sky with apples in my mouth I look to the sky god picks the stems from my mouth I reach to the sky monkey wrench in hand I unfasten the sky bright night to the land I have sinned but no punishment awaits The judge sits dead,dead on his bench Dead deity deliver me I wade through the sea as quick as cholera History lies in the sea I cover my tracks with death |