Beautiful creatures

The day our feet hit the ground we
shell walk upon we are soul’s with
two side’s good or evil no in between

Creature that become the master of
our own fate that we all hold in our hands
as we become curse to our self’s

The curse becomes that of the life
we shell choose for; destiny we hold
over our self’s; in our hands the pick of
the paths we shall take.

Good, evil is all ready planted within
our souls what we shall pick no one to
blame for what we choose.

In a moment life can be the antidote
to the drugs that gets us high  for we
are far from over with a pick of a path