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Crossroads

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After countless time searching
through brush and trees
Fighting off whats lurking
because I'm not sure if they truly will help me
Unless I give them something in return...

Every man for himself
make deals with others to get by
Be careful when you ask for help
because there you cannot come back when you die
You had your chance

I come to a crossroad
The keeper says I must choose
I have made it this far
What do I really have to lose?
He had a bone staff
a large wolf at his side
He tells me to pick a path
The man I was looking to find
Left glows white
But I don't belong there yet I've heard
Nothing but darkness in the right
A place I don't want to return.
I've been banished from

Green mist ahead of me
Uneasy but its the only way
I'm not sure if I go there what I'll see
Or if I should believe what people say
I heard stories of all the paths
from all beings I've met
But some of them may have lied to get a laugh
or some of them may have been exact.

Legba tells me not to think
Of what the others said
Beings lie here to make others sink
because they have a price on their head
"You already know"
The Elder is right, I do
Told stories but they never show
So only what I see with my own eyes is true

Go straight towards the unknown
Legba lets me pass by
So I can rebuild and atone
"good luck, maybe I will see you after that life."
What happens when we die?  We fight to survive. To find the crossroads... So we could fix and change what happened before we died.
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TutorVeritatis's avatar
I sometimes think of what it is after death. Sometimes I think it is determined by ones actions and intent, efforts to make good, and how earnest one is to make good on those efforts. Few would agree with that, and more would curse my name, slur "heathen" rather than accept another's opinion.