Rhythmic BeatsTo the rhythm and pain that your soul must embrace, reaching outfor a hand in the darkness of rain. Broken ice bleeds your time.....as you fall from grace, drifting blindly alone from sanity lane. The knife thatyou hold slices memories of life. Your daughter is love, true, she isyour prize. If you succeed or you die, you lived as you could, and nomatter the number on the roll of the dice, the outcome is doom. Yes, Hadeskeeps score of your deeds in this war. Tho, Journey of mind depends onyour choice. Virtuous, malicious or borderline feign, make no mistakeabout the scores that he keeps. For every little detail is alwaysseen....... In heaven or hell, the pages are inked......yvonne
Orignal From: No erasers in heaven or hell.......
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