…….It better be a god damn heaven; my numbers rolled ain’t been seven, tired of get’n knocked in my melon, got me in my feelings, pressure’s high as the ceiling, it’s not that I’m willing, it feels like someone else is doing the wielding, they must be making a kill’n, life comes to test you before you finish healing; is he watching; if so when is he going to make the pain start stopping, it has to be lesser than soon, cause a day with the lord is likened to a thousand years, we would have developed new cares, possibly by then, extinction level calamities where are the bears, I need to see you face to face, where are the stairs.