Slips and schemes...

Those slips and schemes they get,
those schemes for myself,
schemes,
the ones that make you reach the epitome of paradise,
the place where you'll meet the gods themselves.

The gods will give smile,
the gods will give you a wink,
the gods are more beautiful than you'll ever think.

The shower of gold and silver,
drops of diamonds,
white paradise,
the perfect life was always what you endeavored,
now you finally got it in your fabulous afterlife,
your fabulous afterlife in white paradise.

Those slips,
on which you wrote your life,
did you ever think you'll reach divine paradise?

Those slips,
accumulated,
accumulated in the wardrobes of your mind,
your slips of wishes,
your wish came true in white paradise.

That epitome of glory you reached,
never ending glory,
of white paradise,
that epitome of glory you reached,
you sent your slips,
the gods sent you their schemes,
slips of wishes,
schemes of final glory,
schemes of paradise,
slips of life,
the schemes you'll forever rejoice.

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