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'' Death Can Be So Unforgiving ''
I have no affinity,
With the holy trinity,
As a concept it is totally bizarre,
Earth is where you'll discover divinity,
Where life is a mixed repertoire.
While living here,
There's no need for fear,
About what happens after you die,
Whether or not you just disappear,
Existence now you must never deny.
In the here and now,
Do make it your vow,
To enjoy every living second,
Don't bother asking when and how,
You may or may not be beckoned.
A fact of life?
Yes, death is rife,
It starts as soon as you're born,
Believe in now and ignore the strife,
Lest you end up forlorn.
With what might be,
We'll not always agree,
We all have our own clear fixation,
Obsessed by that which we cannot see,
Believe or face eternal damnation.
Have faith they say,
This may be the day,
They've been saying that for thousands of years,
In the meantime, they insist you pay,
At least until the Good Lord appears.
Religion obscures,
Here and now is yours,
Be grateful for the great gift of living,
Don't base your existence on hereafter tours,
' Death Can Be So Unforgiving '
With the holy trinity,
As a concept it is totally bizarre,
Earth is where you'll discover divinity,
Where life is a mixed repertoire.
While living here,
There's no need for fear,
About what happens after you die,
Whether or not you just disappear,
Existence now you must never deny.
In the here and now,
Do make it your vow,
To enjoy every living second,
Don't bother asking when and how,
You may or may not be beckoned.
A fact of life?
Yes, death is rife,
It starts as soon as you're born,
Believe in now and ignore the strife,
Lest you end up forlorn.
With what might be,
We'll not always agree,
We all have our own clear fixation,
Obsessed by that which we cannot see,
Believe or face eternal damnation.
Have faith they say,
This may be the day,
They've been saying that for thousands of years,
In the meantime, they insist you pay,
At least until the Good Lord appears.
Religion obscures,
Here and now is yours,
Be grateful for the great gift of living,
Don't base your existence on hereafter tours,
' Death Can Be So Unforgiving '
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`` Death Can Be So Unforgiving ``
`` Death Can Be So Unforgiving ``
