It is always too soon, when it's too late,
when comes the time, to face your fate.
And it is what you realize, the moment you die,
as you're quickly consumed, and begin to cry.
That time was a moment, that you just blew,
and reality hits hard, that damned are you.
For the worst place on earth truly I tell,
is a paradise, to any spot in hell.
And for one more chance, you'd give anything,
but all is now lost, so can offer nothing.
A shame, the hard way we tend to learn,
because the truth, will we only spurn.
But reality, was never ours to create,
and the consquence, will be very great.

somebody else

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