Life is a death march
Hopi Indian prophecy
Speaks of a Turtle
La Tortuga
God, in His Infinite Wisdom
Has a hard candy shell
And He wins His battles
By boring everyone to death
Day after day
Sunset, sunrise
Winter, summer
High tide, low tide
Open sign, closed sign
And then you die
If you are fortunate
Before your kidneys and guts
And things give out and
Require constant attention
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