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As reality faded from my sight My hand hovered over the lever arm
I was faced with a moral plight Finally deciding who would be in harm
2 train tracks appeared before me But then a piece of paper flew down from the sky
6 people were there, tied, can’t flee “Those 5 are criminals, now choose who will die
When I first came, the track was there I made my decision but it didn’t matter
Going straight towards the criminals, as far as I’m The blood on their bodies didn’t really splatter
aware
That was fine so no lives were on the line
If I weren’t here that would just ensue Still thinking about it sent shivers up my spine
The train would speed and go straight through
This dream left me with something I thought
So why would I change something like that about
That would just be the same outcome, I’d be Was I responsible for the death and destruction I
getting at was forced to carry out?