The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
Danger,_Danger running cold______________Knowing but fearing just the same_______________Death comes and yet you don__ let go______________Standing while it__ steel bands hold______________Don__ walk._Don__ walk_where_light_can not_shine______________You know the warning has been told______________It comes for what is mine and I know it will be so._____________Let go,_it___all there is that__ left. Let go your sin has no wrath.______________Danger was Hell__ last request._______________Let go it__ all there is that__ left. Let go your sin has no wrath.______________Forgiveness wasn__ given yet. Not yet. Not yet.______________No regrets. ~ Dank Walker
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Danger,_Danger running cold______________Knowing but fearing just the same_______________Death comes and yet you don__ let go______________Standing while it__ steel bands hold______________Don__ walk._Don__ walk_where_light_can not_shine______________You know the warning has been told______________It comes for what is mine and I know it will be so._____________Let go,_it___all there is that__ left. Let go your sin has no wrath.______________Danger was Hell__ last request._______________Let go it__ all there is that__ left. Let go your sin has no wrath.______________Forgiveness wasn__ given yet. Not yet. Not yet.______________No regrets. ~ Dank Walker
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