Shannon Snyder (07-17-1994 / Anaheim)
if i made bad choices would you intervine,
would you stand up and fight this battle?
i would win and you would fall
to your deathly glory
or i fall and you would stand with pride
not wining a battle of worng and right
thats something i truly dispare.
to fail at life with those surounding,
is what one wishes not to do.
so there you fall and i stand tall
humble over death
my sould split two because my dear
i have sentenced you.
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