in my hand i hold the proof
that eternity is rain on the roof
of a little tarpaper shack
and valhalla is a deserted race track
i found a letter long ago
in the rain and snow
from a person in a chair on a green lawn
but now its message is gone
maybe it uttered a cry
maybe it said goodbye
maybe it asked for a loan
maybe it was wrapped around a stone
and thrown through the window of a home
where the world’s worst person lived all alone
telling him to mind his ways
because the earth has seen better days
the sword of doom is poised
the wicked shall be destroyed
so repent of all the sins you have committed
because nothing any more is permitted
life is a littered beach
fame floats out of reach
angels float where demons flow
and larry curls around the shore of moe
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