I thought I knew         

That oceans were blue;

But it turns out

I was wrong.

I thought that a song

Was supposed to be long;

Though I guess

They aren't all a mess.

I thought I knew

That all birds flew;

But some

Can dive and hum.

Oceans are a sheet of broken glass.

Some songs aren't just one long mass.

Birds can waddle and splash around.

Life is a circle, with only one round.

After you leap and jump and hop,

You'll find that soon you have to stop.

Your legs are tired, and wobbly, and weak,

And you are no longer at your peak.

Life is short; with only one game.

If you die a sinner,

I won't take the blame.

Do what you will,

You mangled up beast,

But you still have a bill.

If you decide to continue your ways,

And reject all truths from

The Son's very rays.

He shall not catch you,

Should you fall down the steps

For you had decided

Oh so long ago,

To pay no mind

To your original home.

But he loves

And he cares

And he sets

A love aflare.

Just so we, the mangled up beast,

Could one day look brightly

Upon His Heavenly feast.

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