The Mortality Game


Ten guilty citizens trying to pass the time
One dropped to the floor and then there were nine.

Nine souls left awaiting their awful fate
One went on alone and then there were eight.

Eight scared individuals not looking to heaven
One got their neck snapped and then there were seven.

Seven little minds figuring out these tricks
One chopped himself in thirds and then there were six.

Six remaining humans wanting to stay alive
One tried to run away and then there were five.

Five guests left and they're locking all the doors
One still slipped in and then there were four.

Four worried visitors swam out to sea
One never surfaced and then there were three.

Three lonely bodies who stared at the view
One fell down the stairs and then there were two

Two last guests wanting the weekend to be done
One cracked his skull and then there was one.

One last person in his hand a gun
But hung himself quietly and then there were none.

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