Dig up the Hatchet
Burn down the bridge
Bury olive branches in a shallow, dug ditch
Poison the peace pipe
Don't break the bread
Bite off the head of the doves ‘till they're dead

The line has been crossed that was set down in stone
But you can't back out from your choice
You've stepped into a realm of doom, you've chosen your own path
We are many and you have no voice
Your misconceptions of your narcissistic way life
have proven false and you've chosen to be blind
Play the game of chance. Pick a card or roll the dice
You can't back out and rewind

Step up and find an enlightened way of life
But it won't be the one that you seek
A glorified, hero story, draped in fantasy
But the ending will be severely bleak
Oblivious selfishness, the worse kind of trait
So self-absorbed, cowardly and weak
One day your short sighted tunnel vision will expand
With your brains and mind flowing down the street

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