THE VOICE, THE CHOICE, MY FRIENDS REJOICE
By kheldar
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The voice, the voice
Once more the voice,
Whispering he's got no choice;
Tomorrow he must end it all
Take a leap from structure tall,
Or make a meal of his pills
Sure to cure him of his ills.
A choice, a choice
He has a choice,
He need not listen to the voice;
He can choose the path of life
Work to conquer pain & strife,
From structure tall enjoy the view
Use his pills to pull him through.
The voice, the voice
Once more the voice,
But my friends we can rejoice;
He has found the wherewithal
To countermand its nightly call,
Its whisperings are all in vain
He will not pay it heed again.
Rejoice, rejoice
He's made his choice,
To live still, to still the voice.
COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 11th FEBRUARY 2010
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Great stuff, but think what
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I really enjoyed this, A
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Love the comparison drawn in
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