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The last grain of sand fell as I stopped to run:

Here I am crippled and numb.

Grave waves of time washed me over and clean,

Left me lay still, cast in stone.

When it comes to the time I’m not here anymore

I shall walk afterlife to the place where I was,

I will greet you then, speechless and horrified pal:

This is my keep and I’m back here to dwell.

I’ll turn into fog that your lungs should breathe in,

I’ll become your dog that would feed on your dreams.

I’ll turn into beer that you can’t help but drink -

Here come insidious things.

When it comes to the time I’m not here anymore

I shall come afterlife to the place where I was,

I will greet you then, speechless and horrified pal:

This is my keep and I’m back here to dwell evermore.

I said, “Sit there and shut up!

Drink with me, lush motherfuck!

Who cares at all if I’m dead? So what!?

We are face to face drinking beer, my friend!”

Delirium Tremens!

Delirium Tremens!

Delirium Tremens!

Delirium Tremens!

I said, “You sit here and shut up!

Drink with me, lush motherfuck!”

I speak not but you hear the voice,

“Belgian beer is my favorite choice!”

Davai!