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Why do we tarry, and hope for chance

Do we seek glories abundant?

How many chances do we deserve?

Truthfully not even the one

How many chances do we have left?

Maybe even less than we believe

Death has no love

Death is not rest

Disintegration

The closest place to nothingness

How many chances do we deserve?

Truthfully not even the one

How many chances do we have left?

Maybe even less than we believe

Do you hope for rest

In the bowels of Sheol?

The closest place to nothingness

Do you hope for rest there

In the bowels of Sheol?

Do you believe that

All roads lead to rest?

The crucified thief

That testified of the Son

Not all that live here

Are given such chance