Will we capsize gently or will we howel in fear
as the microscopic saltwater animals fill our ears, we can hold our breath till our cheeks balloon, but every proper captains ready for the typhoon
Michael jackson was declared dead at dusk and nobody gave a fuck,
everybody could have sworn it was a stupid but incredably concieved stunt,
but the conspiracy theorist started coming up with the most unbelievable scenarios,
about masons, reptilians, hare jackels they hunt us with chips and children,
then the media outlets started to question if it was a hoax,
so they constantly played jackson five greatest hits on the outros of their shows,
they didn't even let out a whimper,
till the coroner leaked all the pictures,
of the king of pops body bloated and rotting wearing a crown on the L.A. river.
Thank baby Jesus, i've encountered deamons...
Listen up little people if you're gonna go down, make sure you go down hard, keep the scars, i've seen dozens of (dairy?) men dangle desperatly from the docks of many good bars, at one time they were the ones in charge, and once they lived life large, but one single rowboat never took a person out of a rut tought luck the lightning done struck, i've seen the greatest men get swallowed by the bowels of a bubling ocean...

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