Smoke

Lord, have mercy on Me,
these walls keep shaking,
you keep shaking me,
keep smoking out the rooms,

my lungs 

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Smoke

Lord, have mercy on Me,these walls keep shaking,you keep shaking me,keep smoking out the rooms, my lungs 

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the bones in my body,take beatings from Sun and Moon,Songs and Burns,moulding me into shapes unexpected,Scarring me,Leaving me thick Skinned,To