In death there are hidden, invisible keys
That only when swallowed
Reveal where they lead.
Life is a mess
We wake up to,
A single thread of a deeper truth.
‘Cause God, when life here ends,
We’ll beg you for more.
In temper we’ll hate you,
But please keep no score.
-Sleeping At Last
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