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We can embrace love; Its not too late. Why do we sleep instead, with hate? Belife requires no suspension To see that hell is our invention. We make hell real; We stroke its fires. And in its flames our hope expires Heaven, too, is merely our creation. We can grant ourselves our own salvation. All thats required is imagination. |
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