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'' You Won't Find Out, Till You Die ''
Is life what it seems,
Could it all be dreams,
If it is then it means we're alive,
Millions of themes,
With corrupt regimes,
Is that why we're taking a dive?
Are aliens out there?
Do we need to beware?
To date we can't really say,
As they stand and stare,
At our voyager pair,
Could it be they're heading our way.
To some it's elation,
That reincarnation,
Means you'll forever be here,
What a sensation,
Being many a creation,
Does that make Heaven disappear?
Take infinity,
Through a holy trinity,
Does that mean that all gods are real?
Are they in our vicinity?
Granting some divinity,
It does have a certain appeal.
If we then sin,
Who won't let you in?
As gods are compassionate not cruel,
Do you need a thick skin?
To take it on the chin,
Does Satan use our evil as fuel?
Questions galore,
There are many more,
The answers, they're in short supply,
What is to the fore,
May well cause uproar,
' You Won't Find Out, Till You Die '
Could it all be dreams,
If it is then it means we're alive,
Millions of themes,
With corrupt regimes,
Is that why we're taking a dive?
Are aliens out there?
Do we need to beware?
To date we can't really say,
As they stand and stare,
At our voyager pair,
Could it be they're heading our way.
To some it's elation,
That reincarnation,
Means you'll forever be here,
What a sensation,
Being many a creation,
Does that make Heaven disappear?
Take infinity,
Through a holy trinity,
Does that mean that all gods are real?
Are they in our vicinity?
Granting some divinity,
It does have a certain appeal.
If we then sin,
Who won't let you in?
As gods are compassionate not cruel,
Do you need a thick skin?
To take it on the chin,
Does Satan use our evil as fuel?
Questions galore,
There are many more,
The answers, they're in short supply,
What is to the fore,
May well cause uproar,
' You Won't Find Out, Till You Die '
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`` You Won`t Find Out, Till You Die ``
`` You Won`t Find Out, Till You Die ``
