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Diverging in a thicket

The path you have to choose

For low stakes, the well-trodden

In time they’ll all be disabused

Some paths are for the weak

Through broken teeth their words betrayed

Don’t you see there’s no tomorrow

No second chance for those who are afraid

In the throes of danger and chaos

On the edge of the death realm

In the climax of passions

In the search for the optimal way of living

And dying

Sex, guns, rock, die

Killing

Sex, guns, rock, die

And mass graves

There’s no yesterday

There’s no tomorrow

Sex, guns, rock, die

Chaos and

Sex, guns, rock, die

Destruction