Choices

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Dust to dust, death comes for us, in a manner, still unknown

Innocent and not so much, comes to claim them, for his own

Selling illusions of grandeur, masking the truth, behind the deed

The passage into the hereafter, isn't as pleasant as he makes you believe

Rituals and spectacles, the resistance keeps him entertained

A sadistic, demeaning existence, keeping us ignorantly enslaved

Chaos entraps and enthralls us; we clamor and demand to be heard

Tricks he uses to keep us distracted, ensuring our vision is blurred

If we knew the truth of his intention, our hail Mary's we'd use, to be saved

Once crossed over, there is no salvation, he makes certain, we stay in our graves

No one knows the truth of ascension, the story oscillates, much like the wind. So be careful when choosing the path that you take.....

we will never pass this way, again.