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As you stand on the threshold of death, And you take in your very last breath, You wonder deep down in your heart, If you really went the right path.

When you got that chance to make a choice, You did nothing but rejoice, Oh, you wasted those precious times, In paying the hefty fines.

They set you up for a trap, And when you fell right into it; they clapped, You let them come between you and your life, Well, now you have to pay the sacrifice.

You realise now, but it is too late, That everything is not up-to fate, Whether it’s love, or it’s hate, It doesn’t matter when you close your life’s gate.

–Simrat Singh

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