Will come for us all
Futures will be erased
Pasts wiped clean
Silently it will creep
Or Loudly it will bang
Either way it will find its prey
Down the Hallway of Death
Straight and shapeless
We all will walk
Even those without legs
Beckoning us from beyond
A hand leads the way
Without human flesh
Without bones
It moves us forward
Before two doorways
We will face
And our decision has been made
By the hand
