Die

We all must die,
say "good bye."
We all must kill
Murder now, for the thrill

We all must live
use the life that they give
We all must be rich
never starving, a "lucky son of a bitch."

We all must be poor
having the bare necessities, nothing more
We all must be free,
flying through the air, "Whee!"

We all must be trapped
stuck here in a place unmapped

Then we all must die.

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