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We stand at a precipice; the turbulence of the rain that lashes down upon your back carries such meaning. You must make the choice. Now.
The desolating claps of thunder echo Heaven’s cries, and white-hot flames engulf the sky for seconds at a time.
There is much to consider, but a choice must be made.
And we stand at a precipice.
And when you take the leap, will you soar or crash?
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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