Literature
Woe To the Lost
Woe to the lost
In chains they are tossed
They trudge along in mournful steps
As their feet begin to burn
Their souls begin to yearn
"What have I done", cry the crowd
In confusion and pain
Laid low are the proud
Slowly moving toward the eternal abyss
They will not soon be missed
Believe it or not
You still have a choice
To be free or caught
In the end that you are unaware of
Day to day the same routine in stride
Will end one second before you can decide
Choose today to seal your fate
Not even I will know that final date
Yet, I know what I have chosen
So, be it tonight, tomorrow, or some day
It still seems so far awa