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[luke_davey]

Rest.

I must find a way out.
thoughts of fear i shout.
run around my face.
ran fast to trace.
A little lost boy.
forgotten of troy.
he rode a horse.
on a death corse.
who for him, all his kin.

woke up to life.
with out a wife.
a little take.
but it's fake.

loves a fight.
so pack light.
take three swings
if she play's an ace play three kings.
When you come up 5 dollars short
your lessons are taught

lose to play
not any stay

forget your name
from heven we came
so sceam and yell
make your own hell

what ever we choose
i still loose.

Luke