Birth

A bottle of pure adventure
A tepid puddle of complacency and comfort
The flaming sword of judgment?
All are for sale, and all are ripe for the choosing
But! Be mindful of your choice
For if you do not heed my warning
You may find yourself face-to-face
With the conundrum of stagnant, putrid purgatory

Or

Sweet paradise!
It's up to you...



Credits
Writer(s): Stevenson Valentor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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