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- I once was shown a winding river
- It flows from the dawn
- To the setting sun
- And loops back round to start again
- The man with scales and a leering gaze
- Sat at its edge, invited me closer
- He told me that I had two options:
- To sink into the flow, to give in
- Or to fight the current, to struggle
- But either way I chose, it would be the same
- To go around and around and around
- Under the eye of the same leering judge
- Two paths, to sink or struggle
- I chose neither
- Instead I stand by the river
- I take the scales
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