"Silence", said the demon to the other as they circled, "the young boy is trying to think The final thoughts course through his mind, even now as we speak" "No", cried the other, "I want him now, let's pick this fruit while it's ripe" Faced each other and smiled: "Let's wait a little while; he's ours, we'll take our time"
Donald felt a chill crawling up and down his spine, like a once warm vein gone cold He could feel an icy breeze, but no wind shook the trees, so from where the breeze came Donald did not know So he tried to shake the cold, thinking back an hour ago to a decision he had made There'd be no Christ in his precious little life - this decision he would take beyond his grave
The world went black; Donald couldn't breath and his face turned a sickening blue Grasping for sight, he saw something in the night, and around him two images flew Slowly getting clearer, he could see them getting nearer, Donald screaming as they spat in his face "Welcome to hell; we'll be with you shortly, but now: the abiding place"
There is more to the story, but really don't you worry, Donald's fate is surely sealed He chose to stand alone, to stand upon his own, but now the truth he'll find too real You see, we all have to choose - you follow God or follow you; Donald chose to chase his pleasures from the start To ride atop the world, serve no God, just him, but the ride was cut short by a speeding car
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