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If you don’t have enough madness in you, go and rehabilitate yourself
If you’ve lost a hundred times the chess game of this life, be prepared to lose one more

If you’re the wounded string of a harp on this stage, play once more and then cease resonating,

If you’re that exhausted bird fighting a falcon for too long make a comeback and be strong,

You’ve carved a wooden horse - riding and calling it real, fooling yourself in life

Though only a wooden horse, ride it again my friend, and gallop to the next post,

You’ve never really listened to what God has always tried to tell you

Yet you keep hoping, after your mock prayers - that salvation will arrive”