The Choice

And the days are stealing away
Our innocence
As if you wouldn't be caught dead
Pure
Free of vice
Every now and then
I can see it in their eyes
Complacency
In the sins of the time
Everyone does it
And excuse that couldn't be passed
By our minds
Full of excuses
That remind me of another time
This age old habit
Of dieing
As if being devout
Wasn't enough for them
The land of the dead
Beckons
But don't let it get
To your head
Full of life
Full of risk
You were once
And we can't give in
To the enemy of man
Without some sort
Of test
Of righteousness
Of faith
As if the devil
Would just go away
Without your savior's blood
Shed in
Another time
So far away
It comes to you
As respite
Killing another joker
Intent on materials
The land of the dead
Calls your name
But don't let it get to your
Head
Your reputation
As a victim
Couldn't fill you with this much dread
The lake of fire
Found you safe
In your victimhood
But whose choice was it
To choose life over death
And not in this instant
Your either living to die
Or dieing to live
Nothing is more important
Than your conscious choice
No more excuses
Cause I chose
I'd rather die now
And live forever
Than live now
And die forever
That's my choice
So bury me
Wherever you'd like