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Epitaph by mike bullock Who am I supposed to be Someone who is full of fruit Full of love, compassionate Always in a mood to suit Have I laboured twenty years Giving all to be refined Surely something deep has changed If not in body, then in mind. I am still controlled by me Things have worsened, I admit I have nowhere else to go Thrashing in a lowly pit This is where He wants me at He's the only hope I have Take this selfish, wasted child Change my sorry epitaph. |
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