The Decision
Considering it again, it’s shaking me from inside
Shall I do it? please enlight
Shall I escape from the torment of the soul
As it seems eternal as a whole
This life isn’t as bright
I expected it like a fog light
Escaping the world would give eternal torment of the soul
As in hell I would be baked and rolled
Was this I made for?
An example of survival of the fittest, the Darwin’s lore
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