May 19, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
A gift adorned to mortals,
Along with love and hope.
Turned into an unidentifiable scope.
The only option left,
Seems to have created the opposite affect.
Which leads us all onto the road of hate and despair.
An unexpected path, a road that seems quite unfair.
Choice it seems, is what defines us all.
Choose you must before your only option left is thrall.
An advantage though may be given,
It lies within the walls of those who are forgiven.
Should the option not conclude this way,
The emotions you will portray,
Will lead you on a downward spiral.
An endless staircase of corruption, that’s viral.
Choice it seems, is what ultimately binds us all.
What path will you choose to take? Which way will you fall?
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