Dobberisms - something profound

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there is no sky
there are not six strings
on my guitar
there is no wind
there is no sun
when all things will be undone

well i could die this moment
but could i conjur ample lies
enough to cover my misteps
to save my life
or would i do much better
to shut my filthy mouth and eyes
and learn enough to trade your blood
for my excuses

so give me love
and give me peace with what
we've put to east from west
lest we anguish in iniquities
and forget what being is.
give me praise
so i have reason
for the tongue inside my mouth
give me nothing but your presence
drawing near
to me.

there is no breath
there is no beating of my heart
inside my chest
there is no good that it could
pump beneath my skin
this evil shell i find
im dwelling in.

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