Two paths both alike in dignity,
in this unfair world,
where we lay our scene,
where blood spilled,
can leave an evil quench,
simply unfilled,
Why are we so demanding,
with undoable,
unrenuable comands,
things aren't always as a dream,
where things are simply,
as they seem,
in this world we call our own,
we have to get along,
to make a happy home,
so if you decide to cross the paths,
you better make sure,
you consider the aftermath.
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