When Mountains Shatter

Sometimes mountains shatter
And fire ceases to burn.
It is this clatter
That will make one’s life turn.
But in these moments
You must find yourself.
It is in this slowness
That one needs oneself.
Death is the easy way out
But it takes strength to stay.
It is this choice, this route
That will make one sway.
You must choose what’s right
For you only get tonight.
So ensure no blight
And stay here to fight.

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