Terminal

The doctor says I’m dying

I die a little every day

He’s got no prescription

That could take my death away

The doctor says, It don’t look so good

It’s terminal

Some folks die in offices

One day at a time

They could live a hundred years

But their soul’s already died

Don’t let your spirit die before your body does

We’re terminal

We’re terminal

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We are the living souls

With terminal hearts, terminal parts

Flickering like candles

Fatally flawed, Fatally flawed

The moment I start cursing

At the traffic or the phone

I remind myself that we have all got

Cancer in our bones

Don’t yell at the dead

Show a little respect

It’s terminal

“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

For our days here are like grass

We flourish like a flower of the field

The wind blows and it is gone

And its place remembers it no more

Naked we came from our mother’s womb

And naked we will depart

For we bring nothing into the world

And we cant take nothing away”

We’re fatally flawed in the image of God.