Among evil's bad actors death is not one
Though it's been made to play the part
It's the adventures that lead up to it
Let's face it along the way
That we must want something for ourselves
As much as those who follow us
The empty stage is full of exits
And burgeoning with entrances
If in every death we die
In every life we are born
A sober ecstasy in the sense
That this contingency holds sway
Night following day.
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