The Informed
We are informed before birth
Yet we all stray the dark roads
Playing Russian roulette with our very souls
We are informed of the consequences
How ever this world can seem to have no fences to not cross
And we must rely on our own common senses to not suffer any loss
We are informed by our maker
Of a dark soul taker
That will try to corrupt us with every lie
As we wait here confined to the earth
To draw our last breath and die
Written by author Joseph Adam Burchett 2/9/12
Copyright © Joseph Burchett | Year Posted 2012
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