Poems
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Your Chosen Path
Die you cup,
It's set in stone.
Your time is up,
You're not your own.
From the wrath,
The end is near.
Your chosen path,
Has brought you here.
Don't pray to God,
Hope for the worse.
Deaths powerful rods,
Don't you see the hoarse?
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12:31 AM
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