Let me Live or Let me Die, pls God.

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There will come a time when all of us must leave here, then nothing sister Mary can do will keep me here with you as nothing in this life that I've been trying can equal or surpass the Art of Dying. Do you believe me?

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection. Send my credentials to the House of Detention, I've got some friends inside. The face in the mirror won't stop, the girl in the window won't drop. A feast of friends. Alive! she cried, waiting for me outside.

Successful hills are here to stay. Everything must be this way! Gentle street where people play, welcome to The Soft Parade! All our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow grave. 'Must be something else' we say, somehow to defend this place. Everything must be this way. Everything must be this way!

This is The End, beautiful friend. This is The End, my only friend, The End. It hurts to set you free but you'll never follow me. The End of laughter and soft lies. The End of nights we tried to die. This is The End.

Cobra on my left, leopard on my right.

Persian night, babe! See the light, babe! Save us, Jesus! Save us!

Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die

If you want to make God laugh, tell Him about your plans.

The ballad of what could have been

My whims:
[...]
Until it's known, if it's known
If a train passes the same station thrice
A straight-lined train to who knows where
Meeting again a friend that possesses on his right a flower and on his left two rings
Two hands haggle about
It's a choice, everybody has a choice
It's you that decides
The flower on the right or the rings on the left
But the question that remains, the choice I have to make
Which, truthfully, do I extend?
The flower for the future
The rings for the uncertainty
Or both for Destiny?
[...]

[...] but the one that go rotten embracing the angel disguised as slave.
[...]

I thought I was selfish when I never was.

And I close my eyes like the last time
For I know what I already knew
It won't be as I expected it to be
It won't be destined
And that, that makes me glance back
At the sea from where the moon rises
Until I see it no more
For a bird that flies
Flies to the highest of highs
To see the sunset from the sky

But the humiliation, due to the lack of serotonin (self-esteem), feels deserved.


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