I think I figured it out
you know when you cook a big dinner
say a Sunday roast, it spat fat,
dripped juices, potatoes fell out,
and your oven's a real mess
so you clean it, I mean deep clean it
like really go for it
well that's probably what death is
a deep clean for whatever is next
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