MAN,
the shadow of death
is trying to steal
whatever breath
I have left
yeah, for real
he is trying to make a meal
out of me
yeah, he's trying to grill
my feelings into a plate
so great
that even demons
would swear that
my frame came
from Gid's lake
yeah, nice and fresh
without the mess
yeah, let's not be rude
and bless this food
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