Only we can choose, and only time will tell...whether it's heaven or right to hell.
Who are we but ghosts in skin trappings, and christmas day wrappings? We are one and apart and we must decide ground to stand or soul to sell.
The sword that is always sheathed is the sharpest of all, so hold your tongues of fire, for they be put to better use; forging a furious blade you can use some other day.








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