Fast Force Slow Sorce

The Doors open to never ignore.
When light s hit the floor Who's really to adore?
When life's journey s seem to always burn me,
I always stayed firm too see if a soul herd me.
The options come clearly to exsistence.
The price comes with precision of mankind's decisions.
The admissions from friction causing conflicted seens in history.
Crack of a whip with only one life to live in spirit.

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