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| The sands of time Are slipping away Eternity is too long Forever we'll not stay Escaping fate is Not a possibility What you believe never depends It's but a technicality Fallen lies seem To become truth Taken to heart Never in need of proof Born with one purpose Death in the end Yet the possibility exists To return once again |
| (c) June of 1988 |
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| Warning: Some may find this unsetlling. Leave if it will. |
| Fate |