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The Hearse

The Hearse is a 1980 American supernatural horror film directed by George Bowers and starring Trish Van Devere and Joseph Cotten. It follows a schoolteacher from San Francisco who relocates to a small town in northern California to spend the summer in a house she inherited from her deceased aunt, only to uncover her aunt's past as a devil worshipper, which seems to trigger a series of supernatural occurrences. more »

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Hey yo
I didn't really wanna have to do this
But it needs to be done
And not only am I happy that it came sooner than later
But I'm also glad that I waited
Yeah. Alright, let's go
I struggle writing rhymes on lines of sappiness
I'm always one to make myself feel happy, blissful
From a quote for motivation that actually sticks
No gorilla tape or Krazy glue, this adhesive
Is like a sweet hook thrown to my cavity hits
Chins, send me back as it rattle me wits
I never saw it coming, what is this massive eclipse
But if I lie and say it won't revert, that'll be it
I could never succumb since I will be bonded clean
But when I have a problems flee, I just constantly
Revisit, fixing it, properly, now I feel like a drama queen
Spewing my life in a rom com scene
Getting built up: pottery, just to be spilt: coffee, tea
All over my laundry, cheat success: adultery
That path is cheap: dollar tree, so I studied some more Socrates
To combat this camaraderie symbolically through autonomy
I'd still do it despite finding it hard to breath
First to go were arteries, then my arms and knees awkwardly
My health declined, so who cares who cares at this point if my armour's clean
Felt built than torn apart: demolition to carpentry
It's kind of redundant, like watering a tree along the creek
Fate had offered me a ticket for winning the lottery
I'll know if it worked if I'll be the father my daughter needs
Or if my son thinks I'm worthy enough and then models me
Honestly I'm just mad I didn't let
Myself get up sooner as the sadness interjects
Searching for a heart through extravagant intellect
But I barely remembered that I had it in my chest
Became desperate, started ravaging for content
One emotion I always thought was tragic is regret
Needed to start balancing my steps and catching my breath
Maybe waking up from that was the Lazarus Effects
I'm not subservient to the electronics
Not fully up to date since I'm still on mission
Reminiscent in your ear with distilled phonics
With the power earned in royalties, I'd be a chill sovereign
As soon as I send the krill bomb threats, they'll vomit ill nonsense
Fill comments 'till it resembles spilt rotten milk cartons
If you want to stay, you can keep your belongings
But if you want saving, I'll put on a smile, Silk Sonic
That's a fragment of what it really is: synecdoche
The love that I spread but also when I pretend to hate
It's weird going through Heavens gate knowing that Hell awaits
I wouldn't celebrate, but I wouldn't let the presence fade
Felt the grace dissipate, as I held it, it just melts away
That's of course without knowing or not if the realm is fake
Pascal's Wager: which to pray for, come on man, just tell it straight
Not making your own path but choosing a made one just in case
Decisions like that lay in silence and patience
Unless it stays alive, it won't reside in my grave if
I find it's ignited flame and finally saved it
Never decided to resign, I try to embrace it
As time is pacing, I've awaken
From this dream so many times I've memorized the mazes
Then place it in Cryogenic casings
To look back at it later to analyze the engravings
When I translated it, it happen to have struck a chord
Plagal cadence, angels raising up through my ruptured floor
Those close to me know when I'm losing out on some support
I break down the hidden message so much, it may rumble yours
But I'll be damned if I ever leave it as unreformed
The meal for tonight is once again a Chum Bucket course
Never been a picky eater: just happy that supper's warm
It's better than option B: tug of war in a thunderstorm
Honestly I'm just mad I didn't let
Myself get up sooner as the sadness interjects
Searching for a heart through extravagant intellect
But I barely remembered that I had it in my chest
Became desperate, started ravaging for content
One emotion I always thought was tragic is regret
Needed to start balancing my steps and catching my breath
Maybe waking up from that was the Lazarus Effects
I hope that's what life is after consuming loads of bull
You can gently down the stream like some water that's potable
This is anything but a dream honestly it's notable
That you think merrily thinking about it is the same when you row your boat
"Your audio's low and you're mumbling, fix your vocal tone"
If you ain't my dawg, how do you expect me to thrown a bone
It's cool if you want to see me grow, but if not, stroke your own
Ego, keep being cheesy, we'll just move along, Provolone
Those are attributes to life I know most won't get
People breathing on your neck, turning it into cold sweat
No Jesus behind the wheel: it's just me in this road test
With a gunner on top aiming at you: double check
If you can leave your house with little to no threat
Going against me I didn't even need a whole textbook
If you think you can defeat me, I'll tell you to go fetch
You'll learn your lesson if you decide to take some notes, then
See, there's a difference when they decide to critique the hits
They spoke quicker than they could realize to Even listen
To my heart pour out feelings that needed lips
Exposing their nature of feeling the need to seek revenge
The moment that I ache, plead, scream, or bleed a bit
They wanna showcase the failure on Fox or CNN
I see it as an opportunity to learn to breath again
Be a threat when needed and even when to be content
Just like Baird fruit, my ripe skill is sour
Waiting for it to be picked at the rightful hour
Having someone at your side, a personal counsellor
Makes it easier to read the love back as you daust her
Both of us as a pair is lit: Eiffel tower
Thinking it will go away is NyQuil to an owl
It won't work it's minuscule to my willpower
I don't bath in glory but my success is a shower
Honestly I'm just mad I didn't let
Myself get up sooner as the sadness interjects
Searching for a heart through extravagant intellect
But I barely remembered that I had it in my chest
Became desperate, started ravaging for content
One emotion I always thought was tragic is regret
Needed to start balancing my steps and catching my breath
Maybe waking up from that was the Lazarus Effects
Moments like these made me realize that
Those that are needed in your life will stay in your life
You know, like some people will last for seasons and others reasons
And if people do have potential to have a good relationship with you
That doesn't necessarily mean that they will stay to fulfil it
Because it all comes from within and if you set your expectations
Too high or too low then that could hurt you at the end
But yeah just let them be them and let yourself be you
So yeah

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