Give the End Back To the Beginning
If I forget, remind me of how things used to be.
Before the fall of man.
Before I hired myself as his assassin.
When I start shaking, remind me why I have nothing to fear.
That life won't go the way I planned.
That I'm much better off not caring.
So that in the end I will remember how this all began.
Retrace my steps. Find out what went wrong.
And make it right again.
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