It’s time
Who, then, is this eternal fool who takes himself to taste each one of us as though he has all of himself to waste. And all the helpless mortals who fall victim to his schemes must, calmly, mark the him until they die to serve his dreams. Some may try to put him off, deny his might, alas, it's all in vain, he will retain his solemn right to pass. In him he’ll come, you must accept, to claim your troubled soul … for, in the end, the jokes on those for whom the bell must toll. ~Dean Neighbors~ |
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