Adams King Biography

While in this bed but coffin called
Which to all must be fulfilled
As life and death are at war
The mysteries are still concealed
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Love no man less he shows
he's in need of love
For there are many flowers
wasted on infertile soil
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The sun has retired my love
I could barely see my feet

The light is down and dark
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Boom! was all we heard
houses sunk into the earth
the foul smell of death
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Everyday comes and everyday goes
today is here tomorrow is yet to be known
we wonder daily at our running age
where is the destination of time?
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