How the god is mixed in The evil it does blend In this drink that we all taste. And when the bottle is gone I hope I can look upon All that I`ve done with a smile And bright and overflowing eyes, Reflecting upon all they`ve seen With the same glow as the Child born March 8th 1977. Please make my arrow shoot straight I`m tired of all the shots that missed It`s one thing that I won`t miss Betrayal in a kiss. When I finally hit my target There were four hands that held the bow And I realized I am not alone I am not the only archer Not alone with crooked arrows Not alone with these crooked arrows.
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