There comes a day, when the sun fades out,
When you need to choose, between a scream and a shout.
Then there are times, when the moon shines bright,
When the world glows with love, in the enchanting light. . .
Life’s not always a joyride, not always a battle,
At times, it’s just a trade-off, between the Angels and the
Cartel.
So just go with the flow, and wait for the time,
When you get to choose your victories, your losses, your
crime.
Because we are all guilty, of one sin or the other,
We each have our evil, that we feed and smother.
Like Shadow and sun, we recede or throttle,
Memories in the sky, Nostalgia in a bottle.
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