God
Chances are made for those who are worthy
Death is coming and all are doomed
A hopeful leaflet trying to sprout early
Becomes a savior flower ready to bloom
Believe in it to open your eyes
It will save you from your demise
Laugh at it and you will see
There is no help and you have no destiny
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