Grateful Dead

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There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall
It was there he made his bed
Offentimes he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read
"The soles of my my feet, I swear theyre burning"

Oh, the leaves began to fallin
And the seas began to part
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told but these few words
Which opened up his heart
"If ye cannot bring good news, the dont bring any"