Vices and voices

Outside of ambitious intuition awaits

The fear of falling several stories

From grace into a pool of vices

To drown in, where life lessons

Become the death of weak minds

Built off strong will on weak foundations.

Choices for the chosen only part in

Two directions

And while glory reaches most,

Most die in the corners of their own closets

Clinging on to skeletons for life.

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