Consequence
Come with me.
As I journey onward.
I panic as I speak of consequence.
I never thought that evil, would begin to live.
Can you see through my eyes, that I just want to give.
Just take me.
Just set me free.
Breathless, I look to the skies above.
Is this a choice to live,
with death and without love.
I don't believe.
I can't believe, I won't believe.
I JUST SCREAM!
You know, I will always be me.
So, what else would expect me to say or think?
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