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The Lines I've Drawn
Walking down this dark dirt road,
the clouds do block the moon,
passing spirits still unbowed-
they won't surrender soon.
Passing graves so messily strewn,
with regret I was bestowed,
I felt the cold would collapse me soon,
graves look so cold as I watch them corrode.
I felt like living must be better than this,
walking through an uncertain abyss,
I come upon a fork in the road,
a path leading to fire and one to gold,
I cannot seem to choose on my own,
that time for me has long been gone,
no more time to admit or atone,
now death must trace the lines I've drawn.
