Waves after ripples
Of life so neat
Clean as a whistle
Nothing like meat
What we have is a gift
To waste it is to be dead
Nothing oh nothing can change it
Not even with thoughts in our heads
We know nothing in the afterlife
Only to be in chaos or clean
I believe in none
Since no one has seen
We look for the end
We turn away
Death comes back
Every day















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If I watch you, and you want to thank me, say something besides 'thanks for the watch' or something similiar. I sound like a broken record.
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