"Death on the 3rd Story"
From a 3rd story building balcony the moon pulls my hand to a wave, I’m simply here to make your story more interesting. Listening to the soft music makes the movie staring you more interesting when you watch it. Welcome to the afterlife, where I will press play, and you and I will watch you. Tantalizing isn’t it, how embarrassing. Now if you lived forever and you never aged past 27, would you stay with the same person forever; never. I blame the circus with the clowns spitting flames to the cows. Entertainment is so overrated, but that’s the night clouds speaking. Do you blame them; power hungry trout taking bate from the crooked hooks, they must have forgot to look up. Angels can’t live too far away. Just look down at the ground, derived from dirt, bound and strung out like puppets paired up at the ventriloquist crack house. What it's like to watch, You'll one day know.
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