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Swing low

Three cold coins cast weights in his pockets that's one for the ferryman but two for the heroin and three states of being were left out as an option birth, life, and death and he chose to choose none of them you'd think that he could smell the approaching Death if he hadn't sand blasted his nose to nary a snort in Life's breath. and maybe he wouldn't have been blind to other paths but it's hard to see the future from a low hung head so swing low, and take a taste of the madness but take a dip like a quill in ink to create your life's masterpiece and if you sink too low then then just brush it off naturally because nothings permanent and u