there is no end...
more's the pity for the deluded soul
who saw death as an easy escape...
until you leave your skin
you won't know what shape you're really in
and grateful for the good you've managed
you'll find strength to continue (I believe...I know...I believe I know...)
that's how it works, my friend....
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