In the mirror.
A skeleton looked back at me.
How is there life in this thing?
Some bones covered with a bag.
Ludicrous!
A skeleton looked back at me.
How is there life in this thing?
Some bones covered with a bag.
Ludicrous!
All time spent how to keep it comfortable.
Fed, decorated, rested, cleaned and repaired.
And in the end...
Some bones covered with a bag.
Sound depressing?
No. It's not. Not at all. We just get to ride around in these things for a little while at the amusement park we call planet earth.
And when it's over we can go home.
Just let us hear, hear, hear.... the pure messages of Godhead.
If Srila Prabhupada had not reached out to us we would know nothing at all.
Fed, decorated, rested, cleaned and repaired.
And in the end...
Some bones covered with a bag.
Sound depressing?
No. It's not. Not at all. We just get to ride around in these things for a little while at the amusement park we call planet earth.
And when it's over we can go home.
Just let us hear, hear, hear.... the pure messages of Godhead.
If Srila Prabhupada had not reached out to us we would know nothing at all.
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