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I swear somehow your testimony
may have saved my life, before you
spoke I was holding a knife
to some ones throat, about to chop
slice and dice and shred the rest of
my life, I shook my head when I read
your book, every page had me hooked
life had me shook, like an earthquake
high up on the rector scale, you were
reading my mind and you read it well
wrote a story that only I tell
my favorite chapter is the one about
you going to hell, I could see it in my
mind vividly, the pictures moved inside
of me, capturing my thoughts of homicidal
tendencies aimed directly at my enemies
you told me how to win, by transforming
SIN into ZEN you had my ear, I was listening
discerning and burning through the
philosophy, gazing gallantly my eyes
peering through glass at the other side
stacks and piles of notebooks by my
side. light shines on the hand I write with
fingerprints all over my thumbnail
not hard to tell, dipped in the well
of youth, the fountain of proof
now you see me, now you don't
when you do, it's because of you
　
　
