You dare to think there is no point?
That all is over and done?
You think that caring matters not
That the day can never be won.
Get up from the floor and join me,
For fortune favours the bold!
I care not where you come from -
Man, woman, young or old.
I do not care for colour of skin,
Or to which god you choose to pray.
I couldn't care less for your weaknesses -
They hold you back, anyway.
You want to know how to live?
Live dangerously, my friends!
Defy the world, stand fast, be strong
For it never truly ends.
Oh, there are all too many ways to die,
As you'll all too happily give -
So let me ask you this once, my friend:

Why die when you can live?

The End

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