Humor

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The enemy tries to put out, a death warrant
so to rob and steal the life out of you
With his little plots, to try and bring us down
thinking that we're over and through

But say to him go and get your pick and shovels
use as many that you can find
Throw all the dirt your evil hands can hold
but, life is still yours and mine

Go right ahead and make that burial hole
dig it deep and make it wide
But our life is not yours, but for us to choose
and of the rest, God will decide

Cast all the gloom and doom, that you want
all over us with a silent wish
Now have your little dance, and enjoy yourself
if that's the mud you desire to dish

Go and gather together, be it friends or foes
to get their help to put us away
But it might be better, if you take time to check
for it just might be your day

That may be pushing, up those daises
each one of them, one by one
And that tombstone could be your name on it
after that, it's all said and done

Keep waiting for us to close eyes and die
but here is one thing that you forgot
That God is watching each day in and day out
he knows each leapard that has it's spots

go on and put on your mourning clothes
and with all of your fake tears
Keep on hiding your hands with covers of hate
we know who holds our years

Don't bother yourself to go and buy any flowers
for their not for God's children or me
You see, O' enemy God has better plans for us
so gotta go" and have a laughing spree

You see we really don't care in what you do
or even what you think or say
You can try all you might to close the coffin
but your nails can't work" no way!

You can bang on us, hammer all you want
noe try to strike it if you can
Do all the evil you please, but we will get up
and on our feet we will stand

So let the chicken wings flap, and mouths crow
and O' buzzards just stick around
But be careful that the roles don't swithch
and be ones, they put in the ground

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