Waiting in a Line
We're all living to die,
You see, there's this line.
The oldest in the front,
And the youngest in the back.
But sometimes, the youngest choose to cut.
I hope if you ever decide to cut,
If you ever make your way to the front,
That you have second thoughts,
That you realize that cutting is wrong.
I hope you come all the way
Back to the back to stay,
So we can wait together in line.
So we can wait together to die.
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