The cigar is your friend
The world will never end
Trust that you are meant to be
Your future is always on your own knee
So let that fate come that may be
To be your own need and your spree
The world for a man has limits he may know
But its decorated with a good bow
So trust that the Lord will take you up
Bright men can do work
And the space time and race at hand
Will not end the time for you on the land
And humanity and you should coexist
Take that anvil off your wrist.
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