Nothing comes easy my friend
Nothing.
But God is here,
Or my delusions of God are here,
And they are sweet enough
To passify me through
I am not the good captain
Waves of blasted ocean
knocking crews of sense overboard
All that are left are navigators
with no real control over the boat
subject to the fury of a fickle sea
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