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Spiritus Ocean spits its foam as the tide washes The residue of gull crap Across the ocean the bombs fall And smash their toilets Leaving no place to hide and read What is this world coming to when A man can find no solitude Except to find some soul in his sights And blast the crap out of him As If that makes any difference in the Grand scheme of things Where have all the angels gone When they are really needed |
Additional Notes:
Do you believe in Angels? If so, have you had any experiences with them?
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