In the End

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   Apr 5, 2006


In the end,
We choose our gate.
We go together.
That is fate.

In the end,
We had fun.
From life we part;
We are done.

In the end,
I’ll die with you.
Holding hands,
The gate we’ll walk through.

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