Die or Fold
Thinking clearly,
What was meant by the destiny of mans content?
Walking through the fire.
Softly spoke the whispers of things that knew.
The new, the far, the fear.
Of each and every soul here.
Death brought so quick and yet we still forget.
Cause it is easier.
What we soon get,
the last is regret.
Regret of all things, that we can not control.
Life is Poker.
Die or Fold.
Before darkness can just take you.
You have the choice,
to break through.
The voices of many do speak.
Break the chains of societal belief.
Take to your heart,
a spirit of gold.
Don't be consumed,
or your heart will turn cold.
But like I said before,
it's your choice
Stand quietly still or be a voice.
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