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Don't
Run!
Do not run, and do not hide.
From the things! You hold inside!
These things inside you are a gift!
Employ them wisely, they may uplift!
Life weaves its way like a Red Back spider.
Rare black beauty with red inside her!
The web we weave; the life we lead.
We must, we must! Must take good heed.
The tangled web we see before us!
Stand back and look, it can be glorious!
The intricate weave is not in confusion.
Each strand examined is no disillusion.
Raw beauty indeed is what we'll see!
Discover this and you'll be set free.
Power, Possessions; Material Madness!
Don't look for these; they bring you sadness.
A spider's web is not made for greed.
Mere sustenance is why she weaves.
Behold the life, the life you're living.
Time ticks by and is unforgiving.
Don't run! Don't run!
But soar above it!
Inspire yourself!
Admire its beauty!
The web of life is not a duty!
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