The smallest of favors, so true and alone, for all eternity, to be forgotten, disguarded and erased
so this October night as you lie in wait
don't forget the purpose of why we suffer fate
we're all just walking clocks
time ticking away to our lonesome end
unfortunate accident, untimely demise, scripted departure, cataloged exit
choose your poison, you can't choose your life
what's been chosen has already been done
no way for us to deviate from ominous and obvious end
take it with a grain of salt and not to the heart
if your lucky enough to find someone true, now it's up to the tale that has been written for you.....
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