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Abandon by love and goodness and hope; Left with a bottomless feeling of dole, You are sure the best answer's a rope Or a gun, if you had one, would pay toll On a pass at the blind ferryman's gate To peace, or at least end pain, for your soul. Get the word mate, before you're 'the Late', It's survival that's the ultimate goal. Turn the pain around: you can live on hate, You sure won't be the first to learn to cope. Outlast the bastards, patience can wait; Alive there's a second chance, you dope. Just decide now that you're going to live: Never to forget, never to forgive. |
