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    In a split second of time, I realize it is over at least that is this life
    And in my mind, where ever it was, I rolled it over
    How had I lived? And what had I done with my life in Christ?
    Just then a smile came in, to the half that was not fried
    The smile looked at me and whispered: Well done, by the way, my name is
    Jester

    Raegoul, now to wonder
    Raegoul, always on his mind

    He was, as he was, when he was, walking down the stairs
    The stairs, where the lair, of deception had taken place, there
    But from this he was spared through the truth, as the truth was, for those
    Who cared
    But a trap is a trap, and I guess only the unsuspecting are snared
    Others are not, but are there, scared, bared, dared, pared, teared
    He saw with his eyes, and the his eye, what was, what is, and what will be
    And it was moments before, through-out the ages of history

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    Raegoul, worked toward eternity
    Raegoul, did today

    Raegoul thought about his mother who was about to die
    A tear was dried by the speed and the heat of the time
    The pressure of it all was really not there
    Because only what was done for Christ at this point really mattered
    Perspectives, perspectives, the way an event can make you see
    That which is now, and that which will be
    The river of time has currents that are winding toward an ocean it is
    Already a part of
    However until the last turn of the bend, those floating downstream never
    Really seem to believe that
    Mind, fried, sizzled, snap - and yet stronger than before

    The tears of compassion, causing me to curl on the floor
    Reaching out from within yet not reaching, yet reaching
    Knowing the end long before you get there, is a comforting thing in a time
    Like this

    Raegoul, God watches you
    Raegoul, you've won

    This is it, and this it is, this is just what it is, what is it, just what
    Is, just this what
    And with answers too, no need to ask, there's plenty here, just don't ask
    About, what it's about
    And round about then, it'll all sort out

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    Composition: Roger Martinez

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