Your Fly's Down
Hero of the hallway
Last Lord of the Door
Earl of Endless Option
yet always wanting more
Stretching through the epoch
Parade of Life and Death
This endless hall contains them all
Will you choose right or left?
This zipper of a tunnel,
numbered teeth on either side
Collapses into past forgone,
fate sealing as we slide
We may not see the Exit sign,
lost distant in the haze
That old stairwell to Holy-Hell
stays faded at our gaze
We’ve no choice but to zip the strip
elude impending doom
Forever testing locks and knobs
still searching for
our room
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