Easier

I believe in what I can see,
see not far from thee.

Good things happen,
I say,
not in my experience,
ye little of faith.

First things first,
hunt me down,
I'm buried six feet in the ground.

So? Believe-R,
yes sir.

Lift those hands high,
reach for the skies,
no--it ain't heaven,
you're here to fry.

So get yourself ready, boys,
a doctorate and a masters,
many toys,
​welcoming disaster.

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