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life after death

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What manner of sorcery is this?
Freedom of movement, submerged in grease
Took a sip from wisdom's chalice
Still can't think worth piss
Struggling for eternal bliss
Day and night never at ease
But all men must die
And burn in hell eternal
Unless thee strived for heaven celestial
And live after death in peace colossal

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