Choices
Angels can fall,
Demons can rise,
But both must choose,
To live or die.
To be a mortal forever frail,
And maybe even die alone in jail,
Or to be immortal and safe,
But to be alive as a wraith.
Let the choice be made,
Be sure to have your say,
For a time is set,
And if undecided:
Those higher can cause dismay.
The End
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Choices, which
was posted on Apr 19, 2011 by
Serpentine.
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"A little poem I started and eventually finished - I'm not a good writer of poet..."
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