Upon your hands

February 1, 2011
By Anonymous

Dawn brings you up
Dusk puts you down
The darkness comes a little early in this town
The mountains are high
Make it to the top, and you'll touch the sky
Seeing all that lies before you
Death and destruction is soon to be your doom
Corruption is your strength
Love is your weakness
What you have, or what you lost
Doesnt matter anymore
The fate of all is upon your hands
What is your choice...
Staying in darkness...
Or entering light...
No one said you had to choose sides

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