Will you die for that woman who gave you birth?
Or will you embrace death for a woman you are married for thirty years?
Do you really mean when you convince your damsel in distress that you'll die for her?
Or do you really mean business when you threaten to kill her, seeing her in arms of someone you despise?
Will you pick peace when god is offering you riches?
Or will you buy peace instead?
Are you willing to die?
Or are you living to die?
Will you remember that school-teacher who taught you values, when he's on his deathbed?
Or will you let him die in solitude?
Will you accept that burning cigarette passed by your colleague when you are damaged beyond repair?
Or will your hand stop short as your conscience has already begun eating you for your act of weakness?
Are you real?
Or are you really imaginary?
A Free-fall
Or rather a base-jump?
Angels fall baby. Angels fall.
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