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Choice


If all you choose to see is pain in suffering Then that is what will be You choose to give up to leave Who said you had to fall off the tower that built you up so high Why not fly The devil only destroys what you let him touch He only takes what you offer too much It’s a choice you have a mere fault of your own You reap what you've sown The world is not a beast that hunts for your heart It's a mirror reflecting the darkness you start The light is within, a flame you must guard Don't wait for a hero, don't play the discarded card If you open your eyes too see you’d learn The devil's voice is mute, his power weak He has no song for those who will not speak His name, nor listen for the tempting sound It is within your choosing he is found A guest invited, or a ghost dismissed Only through your consent does he exist
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