Choice
Drenched to the bone by the blood of cancer,
Of the weak who have risen from the old order.
From peace, we’ve strolled further and further,
From a bright past to a dying ember.
We stumbled upon a fork in the road,
One that's lonely, dark, and unknown.
Mysterious with possibilities so broad,
And one that's straight and narrow,
Where everyone has wandered,
Full of promises
And change said by the masses.
The road's end holds a curse,
With our fates always becoming worse.
Forever stuck in a circular purpose.
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