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I salute you Christopher* |
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I salute your life, |
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How you played the dice, |
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Your words will live in us, |
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timelessly insane, |
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explosive, fresh, and wise |
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Some will just forget, |
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Some will close their eyes, |
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Some will turn the tide |
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I salute you Christopher, |
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Whiskey raised and downed, |
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You risked and you took the crown. |
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Console yourselves, |
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that a scientific death is better than a fairytale of the eternal life. |
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Control yourselves, |
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cause the Man in the Sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath, |
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dreamed up to steal your minds. |
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A horseman on a track, |
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a brilliant gentle wreck, |
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with a brittle mouth the price. |
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No submit, no compromise, |
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Saint Christopher, all the truths, |
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and the destroyer of soul strings and threats. |
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They will learn to see in time, |
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they will think before they refuse, |
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the civilization road. |
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I salute you, Christopher, |
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I declare you as our King, |
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Or Queen, depending on your mood. |
