Easily disposed of
In this game of Russian Roulette
A false move or faltering hand
A thought you wrongly interpret

The hammer clicks once
You've escaped death's grasp
Your life moves on
As present is now past

The shot echoes
Resounding through the halls
Life is out of reach
Before the body falls

No chance to change
The past or the now
You move through the chaos
And suddenly hit ground

Sitting and wondering
How life might have turned out
With a few different choices
Success is no doubt

You come back slowly, languidly
To the lingering voices
You've seen your eternity
Painful afterlife of your choices

The endless darkness
Lit only by furies of pain
The Bible's wrath
Has come down again

Open your book
Begin a fresh page
Your soul has been chosen
New flesh in new age

No more fire
Of earth, wind, and water
What you desire
Is societal disorder