Memories fading into histories
What was imprinted on my mind,
now becoming sand upon waves
Oh time be kind, give a chance to rewind
The truth is, though, nothing’s changed
since then
Just new work looking like goliath, a
behemoth but biased
Spieth the devils work,
that three pronged fork is nothing but a
plastic spork
So break, the wall of iniquity,
that self-righteous hypocrisy
I’m still me and you be still you
Under one sun, love of one son
We answer to the Lord, the eternal
reward
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