Death.

The grim reaper shakes his head,
As I lay upon my death bed.
He held out his hand and said "Come with me,"
"For I have wonders for you to see."

His chilling touch washed away my pain,
Like water running down a drain.
He pulled me down into his hole,
Forever now, have I lost my soul?

"Inside this hole you can see,"
"All the wonders paid to me"
"Close your eyes, reach out and feel,"
"What you can see make it real."

"A train, a car, a flash of light,"
"Hold it, mould it, make it just right."
"Take your creation, hold it up high"
"Payment accepted, time for you to die."

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