Dress Rehearsal of the Divine Plan

in the under world a story of everlasting life granted to the lost souls if i started counting i'd never stop when your number is called in death's plan frozen you become a part of the collective unconcious to break this curse death's guardian with a word she can't say that causes death to start counting again everytime she hears it the only one in the underworld left alive unfreezes them as he comes by with a story to tell the riddle they live to remind him that that's life the same trick granting us new routines running away from the life of being frozen the guardian buying enemies of love who might one day dissapear god eventually mastermines this realising she somehow doesn't belong her legacy to change the game learn from herself and repeat the best thing like a moth to a flame counting on and on like a moth to the flame toward the meaning of life he is drawn a game you have to lose or frozen in time forever you will become with all the luck in the world learning to cheat the game changes eventualy with a word to get the soul she came for this knowledge is an ignorant power full well knowing there was a dress rehearsal of the divine plan life had a plan too