Life is a game
Of a fabulous sort
With all kinds of
Spirits and demons to sport,
The thought of God
Makes me wonder
But disbelief
Could send me asunder,
The rest of my life
I try and make
Beautiful thoughts
To keep me awake,
I hope that When I die
I shall not burn
And I shall fly.
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