Neither a plight nor a pledge
To part with the path
Neither broken, bowed nor bitter.
The least of human freedom
Set a midst of thorns!
The terrorist will never conquer
On a path too crooked to bear
For ransomed, redeemed and restored.
A multiple sclerosis
A pain in the ass it is.
The path is too cloudy
To dark to the darkness of carnal
The leopard sticks to his color
to the awesome of light;
An earliest disposition.
Many paths appear before you
A path where three feet meet
The T-junction of life
deceptive and delicate
A path with many feet not good for you.
Too perilous though, broad it looks
In thy heart, a plug of truth
Saying your choice good to choose
Never doubt it
Follow your heart and choose your own way!
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