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I once had a friend--his name was Jeremiah, he could be humble at times and later live as a wire

In life he never tired, he was a great kid, but listen very closely--here's what the Devil did

And though I must admit, I was irate when an army group of things rolled through full of hate,

And used automatic weapons to spread a dream that caused a happy family to come apart at the seams

What does it all mean?  I asked, but why ask why--I know God wants us to live and Satan wants us to die,

And because of that we should try, to do God's will and embrace what's real to avoid being killed

See, no one knows their time so why take the risk?  Juggle eternal damnation with eternal bliss?

You'd do best to count your blessings--because if you're listening to this,

Then you have lived ten years longer than my friend, no less...