The Choice You Made

The pen was dry the other night
But would not rest without a fight
Away it scratched upon the page
Like silent dance on darkened stage

Deepest fears for all to see
If match should strike on leafless tree
But soon or late, your fate will be
The choice you made when you were free

I would laugh if I could see
Above the cloud that shadows me
Pigs can fly and hell is cold
so why can't peace be mine to hold

Thorns is calm suspension wait
To wake the weak and fill with hate
Empty are the souls that lie
Through glassy stare of blink-less eye

Hold the truth in knuckles white
In caverns void of heaven's light
Comfort waits on bended knee
Till truth, in time, shall set you free

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