Zero Hour
A decision had to be made
Would he be in on the mission or not
Weighing the risks versus the possible rewards
Peril at every twist and turn, the path was fraught
Zero hour fast approached, but he was torn
Many had bitten the dust, he was warned
Yet others did not merely survive
They swore to a man that they were reborn
At the last possible second, he exclaimed, I’m in ~
"God protect our holy love, keep us from sin”
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