Too much power do these brainless hands yield,

Death is here but you still haven’t found your shield.

I will take you young or old,

I’m sorry if the thought of it has not got you sold.

My hands are so brainless yet they still must think,

Who will survive and who will sink.

All this power you invested in me,

To make someone’s life choices an eternity.

They live in heaven or hell,

Cos of my life and its infinite dwell.

Your whole fate fits within my palm,

Doesn’t that cause concern or alarm.

Some people have not lived enough in life to end their days,

Like a stage the curtains are not ready to shut on the plays.

Hide away to survive,

Don’t take life too seriously because in the end, no one gets out alive.