This is the last straw, shall I break the Camels back and shall I see the truth? This is the last draw for a die has been cast. Oh what a tangled web we weave when we walk the plank of life. The last stop is now as we drop through the gallows pole. A quick stop in sunshine a last supper with the last thoughts of hope. I now hear the familiar voice with no face calling out come and see the truth, the truth shall set you free.
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