Gold

Just something I wrote on the bus when I got bored.

The past is but a memory

The future isn't set in stone

The present may be just a dream

Will I face adversity alone?

We live in a world of shadows

We do hasten to agree

We never chance to  think it out

And draw our wisdom from thee:

'The die is cast, we can't turn heels

I have made my desicion, men!

Indeed, we'll cross the Rubicon

Wander into the unknown glen!'

Why I write this, I do not know

I cannot decide or forget

I have sinned; Satan owns my soul

Again, I have lost my bet

Though, oddly, I glow through and through

I am glad that I took this path

I am blessed with an angel's grace

I can aviod the Devil's wrath

 

The End

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