I'd rather rot six feet under than wait for afterlife
I don't want to let my life slip out of my hands

Fucking lies - bunch of crap - all made up

"Is it not enough to see that garden is beautiful
Without having to believe that there are fairies
At the bottom of it too?"

The only life we have as just a waiting room
In our mortal bodies trapped immortal souls

This whole idea is pathetic, embarassing
It degrades me to merely a soul

While I'm proud to be nothing less
Than a flesh!

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