Vision | Poem | Fight

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Never did they have a vision.

A message from above, about the great secrets of life.

On a course of straight collision,

they stayed, in perfect belief of their strife.

No turning back from where they were going.

No revisions,

no hurt felt, by the work of a knife.

No precision,

as they went down the road, of the afterlife.

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