And the Troglodyte shall reign;
and all you slaves, shall die in vain.
Keep your clocks and hurry for it tocks.
For your patience is lost; rush for the tick,
and pay your penance in case you might miss,
a chance that is yours for free if you might wait.
Run you fools as fast as you can; pay the Ferryman,
and find your too late; as you squandered your date.
Alas poor children; you are grown but you failed,
you hurried too much; and missed your fate.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
And the Troglodyte shall reign;
and all you slaves, shall die in vain.
Keep your clocks and hurry for it tocks.
For your patience is lost; rush for the tick,
and pay your penance in case you might miss,
a chance that is yours for free if you might wait.
Run you fools as fast as you can; pay the Ferryman,
and find your too late; as you squandered your date.
Alas poor children; you are grown but you failed,
you hurried too much; and missed your fate.
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