A comment wormed from childhood
Protests that life delays
And once averted stations us
In heaven, bounty paid
Used as a balm to every when
That hasn’t had o’clock
Quells private revolutions
If a thunderbolt unlocks
So just sit tight, appeals the voice
And let the tonic spread
Eternal life is promised you
Just wait here 'til you’re dead
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