*-- Second Life --*
Life crumpling your soul as an old drink can
Feel soul collapse under your foot
See how edges tear and soul loses form
By living the soul becomes so deformed
Shall not be reformed till the second chance
The second life you plaintively hope exists
And that your karma bank is positive
All the negative issues and selfish acts committed
Be balanced by the loose change tossed into
The waiting collection tins on Good Friday
At every set of lights between here and second life.
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