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Choice
There's a time when we are forced
To decide
Do we want to live
Or die.
This choice is often made
In the minds of broken
And the hearts of the Holy
Whether your ritual is a blade
Or a bottle of pills
The ultimate choice
The only one I've ever made
Let the world cower in fear
Never quiet your voice
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