Tuesday, April 7, 2009


It proves to be hereditary
Not my problem, I don't suffer alone
My family is clumsy as well
It is accidents to which we are prone
Tripping and falling leaves cuts and bruises
Bumps and break, it's a wonder we're already dead
With every step and slip our family loses
We're no taken yet though, we're not who fate chooses
If we die, it's our accident that fate uses
It's are healing power that tempting fate abuses

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