Deliverance

Eventually everyone will be forced to succumb to the cold fate of death

Deliverance shall the note be cast; down shall it plunder until a las it comes to the end Buried in shrouds of the sow, nearest to the captive grain. Dig the hole or bury the hatchet, it will be decided either way regardless of your sovereign hand. Over time the pot is cluttered with tatters of discontent, sorrow, oppression, loneliness, and respective pieces torn from persons alike. The choices increase in difficulty as your pit bubbles over. So now what do you do, do you falter left? Or stumble right, no matter the choice the decision never will make shift. Nor will it affect where you end up in the long haul for those were predetermined long ago. It all comes down to how luck your spirit must be; though the end is already Nye. Just wait your turn.