Voice Mail
Voice Mail
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To all eventually there is demise,
Which enwraps us all to victimize.
But all it does is make us realize
That death
Comes to steal one's last breath.
The souls are burning,
The memories are churning,
Not forgetting everyday we are learning
That life moves on.
Like a big chess game we're all a lil pawn
That God controls, but the band plays on…
~ Kevin Rock
