Words are planted in my head- it's not my choice that they are said.
But of this mad,mad world, who's author? To make this place,one must be a monster.
This is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing- should we out this brief candle,and die-to sleep-no more- or shall we stay,and make this last syllable of recorded time meaningful-have all our virtues ,and sins, remembered?
how oft men are at the point of death. Let the coin flip one last time. /curtains-exit left./