My soul was crushed,
Just like the charcoal toast I made this morning.
A pile of pitch black dust is all that's left.
My sould was crushed,
Just like the rib-cage of the carcase on the side of the road.
Smashed and ground into the asphalt.
My soul was crushed,
Just like the windshield of a car that experienced a head-on collision.
Shattered into a million itty-bitty pieces.
My soul was crushed,
Just like the bones in the guys nose i broke yesterday.
Broken and crooked as hell.
my soul was CRUSHED!!
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