With the words you say,
There is a price to pay.
Irony, you cant defeat,
After all, your words
Are yours to eat,
You'll say everythings Divine,
But that means,
Soon your, outta time.
The titanic,
The unsinkable ship,
Sank,
It shure went quick.
So when everythings fine,
Make shure you know,
It can all rewind,
The good may go...
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