To which I replied:
We can't know it all
For that is the prerogative
Of him that knows it all
Of him that ever lives
We are mere mites
In the sands of time
All the strings are pulled by Him
He who is divine
Remember in the thirst for reality
As the words of Fred Durst do
"Life is a lesson
You learn it when you're through"
But we must rest not
In the hope of a favour
For only he who is brave
Does fortune really favour.
And when our time comes
Silently we must not die
Rather go skidding into our grave screamin
"F**k whatta ride!!"
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