Throughout the murderers and the saints
there is always that unwilling full paint
from blood red
to the heavenly lights painted above our head
Throughout the unpurposeful disclaims
to the good in some that still remains
I'm going to say as learned
a good life is more earned
even if started good
all good things could end up turned
through all of the things that if figured out
a lot of things we cant say aloud
so i wish you good luck
for the hard times that have yet to come
but i'm sure it'll start out with something
little and dumb

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