The rights were mine, I then ignite the soul.
Making it to Heaven is my one and only goal.
To be, or not to be, I feel with contempt.
Hoping to God that the road is not bent.
To live, I must trust, hoping my feelings are not a bust.
Making sure I align, my my soul not to turn to rust.
I pray out loud, hoping that I don't lust.
Surfing the wave before it begins to then crush.
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