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[deviltrombones]

My Lord, what a mornin'
My Lord, what a mornin'

My Lord, what a mornin'
when the stars begin to fall.

You'll hear the trumpet sound
to wake the nations underground,
Lookin' to my God's right hand,
when the stars begin to fall.

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[surviveinc]

Ants for breakfast
Ants for breakfast?

Ants for breakfast
spill from the store brand box

They scurry to the top of the pile
thinking they've found their mecca while
I think of the added protein and smile,
spilling from the store brand box.