shed

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11.26.2005

Give thanks: in order for you to live many things must perish
Blood-stained bed of belief; the blood that cleanses

Hey Dude, he taunted, to take life seriously you gotta take death seriously
You laugh, but nothing's as predictable as the long, long silence of forever

What you try to get your mind around, you can't circumscribe or circumvent
What comes after people will be the actual gods, without any acolytes

All the fuss thinking needing to find the way is a must
A lot of the loot was not what you thought you'd got

The dogs of death and duty don't sleep, they growl, watch those teeth
To prepare to cross-over, believe what you believe and stop there

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