That Last Day

"The day of death grows closer still

All the while I hold the pill

To make or break this path I've chosen

Will I choose the water or poison 

For the path of God is never easy

But the path of lies will lie within me

Looking past the broken eyes

I see the wisdom and painful lies

But you can't make it if you don't try

I trust in you to do what's right."

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