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By Jack Joseph Smith
Us
Old as hell
Across the stepps
Lowering to reagons
of the world as well
Swords people
Quick to strike
Last to leave
Worshipers of fire
Through we never start it
We put it out quick
We swim in the sea
And spend out lives
in' the middle of this earth
We walk across the last distance
Wherr Jesus says,,
thanks
WHERE EVEN
Jesus is even as we
And sends his
Thanks