The promise was a word the word was fine
Fine became a line too fine to take it easy
Easy was food food was warm
Warm became a weapon behind a locked door with the cold turned on
Then the word was a lie
Turned Yellow Fell down Turned brown Turned black
Black became a place nobody want to go
They carried a star
Star was gold pickled in a jar
Jar became a grave
Grave turned cold with the heat turned on they burned like coal
Coal was red The red were dead
The dead became a legend
The rest left home
Home became a body around their bones
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