The Profane Dog

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Dawn.
Slowsun redburn pure rise-ation,
Cloudburst dropfall on this tired old redearth,
Too much sufferation,
What ya gonna do?

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Stunned
Paralyzed mind-alive dream separation
Freight train thoughts burst soul overloaded
Too much desperation
What ya gonna do?

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When,
Policeseize jailthrow no explanation,
Fistburst dropfall on this tired old skinflesh,
Too much intimidation,
What ya gonna do?

penfold · Unscroll

What ya gonna do
When you wake up one morning and
Open your eyes and
Discover after all this time that
Everything's much bigger than you ever realized

Can't be contained by mountains or
Drowned in the ocean or
Smothered beneath the weight of the endless
Sky God that crushes down on the prairies
Larger than life
Larger then love

Larger then Life
Larger then Love

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And,
When the sky God falls,
Like a bird,
Struck.

Falls,

Like a heart.

Larger then Life
Larger then Love
What ya gonna do?

You gonna slip right back to the comfort zone?
Just home alone?
While everything you've never done,
Slides under the flesh and into the bone?

You gonna drop straight down on a drunken night?
Or another flight?
While everything before your sight,
Tears into your soul with sharp scalpel light?

Or...

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