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Merry.
'tis before we attempted suss;
the merry-go-round taught us,
that life goes around in circles.
fuckin shapes, rapes encircles.
on and on; it aimed at forever.
which means there is no sever.
reincarnation is not a station,
and we're here for castigation.
and then we all learn to fear.
but we cannot; cannot hear.
or hold on to anything dear.
we see from trashed sheer.
chew me alive, i ain't no sant.
eat me death, angle me slant.
i won't follow any such tradition,
or listen to caution's submission.
i won't live forever; gloom suicides.
i won't live forever; hope collides.
i can't, i'll rant every scant;
til no enchant of this grant.
cause thats a ride i wouldn't hitch;
i'd rather fall down the black ditch.
tired from this hyper pant,
this is unreachable implant.
cause we never really know,
whatever is the actual flow.
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