The Cross That You Bear

A fastidious approach;
To "come what may"
The heavens are worth everything,
Regardless your day.
You may feel right now, you can't go on much longer;
That life isn't worth living, in your hell and your somber.

That's the trick, you see old friend
At your lowest of lows, you can never comprehend.
This is it; all in nothing,
A complete paradox of "Good will hunting"

From the dust;
Arrises the dessert;
In where lies... the oasis.
Pipes take to rust
You say "quickly let's replace this"

6 dozen, one half the other
Life works as such
You better get a move on,
I can tell you as much.

Love them all;
Those button pushing quacks
Thankfully they are yours,
To remind you of what you have.

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