Is the light at the end of the tunnel for the living?
21 questions have reared up hydra heads
Old Roger is about to give up the ghost
Life would not free him without a flash
Every forbidden fruit is a debt owed
His belly has had a fair share of flies
The worms have burrowed into his mind
Hell and its furies are out to collect
The torch of Hades is a peaking door
Reaping souls with bloodied arms
The hands of comfort are gone before
Death does not rest in peace
It is a harsh reality that must hatch
Ready or not, you must match
When you see the light, flee from the tunnel.