Green

from by Cousin Brian

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this type of thought will stalk you home.
can't help but wonder… god forbid you know.
some breed of thoughtless malts we are.
compared with nothing… still not much at all.

anything at all I meet with doubt
will be a treat in time, like a surprise.
so you think god just reads your thoughts?
well he leaves me to mine, my doubting mind.

these neatly crafted lives we find...
though mine holds nothing, something needs to go.
how can god be, when I'm so bored?
our purpose construct, not external law.

anything at all I meet with doubt
will be a treat in time, like a surprise.
so you think god just reads your thoughts?
well he leaves me to mine, my doubting mind.

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from Closer to Dog, released July 6, 2015

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