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Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye. 
         
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye. 
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.  
   
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.                                                         
                                                    
          Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh. 
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick.  Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun. 

Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
                             
          Fruit fly, cockroach,  random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!        

Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.

What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say? 

It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind. 

Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be.  Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
                                                     
         Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry

For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day. 

Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent  key to its eternal lock
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