in the womb we sit patiently await, no psin we float no hate we know, as the vessel gets choppy we come in to doc, our futire is planned the numbers our mark, in servitide we sleep whole they take take take, the Fitzgerald pokes and then we awake.. B Holliday. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiLaG9b8bbo&fbclid=IwAR3sc-cVIBqDkDKLIAsJLgBPKRHT9La9t0BjNy2GFUzfCSxfe8tNcf2DlkA
