as we keep walking the path of life
the head keeps talking ignoring the world
the minions keep laughing and goofing
on reaching the crossroads
we look around, ignoring the talkative blob
the minions seduce us in every way
stalling our voyage towards the pit
upon resisting the seduction
the one reaches the pit
in a golden casket...
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