Lady Macbeth: Questions

How many lives must these hands take?
How many choices must I make?
How can I live the way things are?
It's too late now, I've gone too far.

How many friends am I going to lose?
How many times will I have to choose?
Will this ever end? Will this ever stop?
I am scared I will lose, not come out on top.

There is no way I can right this wrong
I should have seen this all along
There's only one way this can end
It's time to go, farewell my friend.

The End

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