There is no angel on my shoulder

No devil either

Just this weathered grey creature

It bares no face

No name

When faced with choices

It simply shrugs

Waves me off with a gnarled hand

Leaving me to choose 

The fire and flame

Or the icy waters

It doesn’t matter

It’s the same path 

Leading to the same destination

A six foot hole in the ground

A stone built to stand

Where my bones go to crumble

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