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The Fall


He is being consumed by fire It is his decision to complete the fall Determined good or evil by choice His strength is in his willful power He must go Out into the open Heaven and hell are left open One made of air, one of fire Where to go Everything will be lost if he continues his fall Some say evil holds the power But it is really his choice It is the most importance choice He must fly to which he sees open Some say good holds the power That the light has its own fire But heaven has its own fall They can tell you to go So where to go How is it a choice When he is scared to fall Out into the unknown open To be consumed by either fire He must control this power Decisions are made from pure power We decide where to go We decide which fire It’s our choice To flee into the open To fall So let yourself fall Release your inner power Be open Pick where you want to go It’s your choice Only beware of which fire The fall was easy; the struggle was in where to go He took his power and made his choice Out into the open fire
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