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In a life where everything is but never was
To be ordered to stand where the battles were lost
Fate kicking you between the ribs
While you watch the ghosts drink their gin

So I'll worship the idol of light
Walk beside a preacher filled with fright
Laugh with the poltergeist singing in the wind
Singing songs of the day he found sin

With an empty wallet in hand
Setting off now to wallow in the sand
Searching for gold in the teeth of greed
To pay for your kicks and parades

So I'll worship the sun in the night
Cast beside the moon so it'll be alright
Sit with an umbrella to make you're own shade
For soon all that is will now fade

-Mike Wille
Age 17