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If the words of your life seem oddly arranged or the letters of your existence don't fit on any page Don't worry – The scissors of time take care of such problems cutting easily through all shapes Labels such as "wise" or "foolish" mean nothing in Death's Blades – "Now" & "later" are also erased Both rich and poor fall evenly between between Time's Sharp Scissors & soon enough the Steel Edges of Eternity slice through all boundaries as all notions of individuality are pulverized to fine grains . . . Observing Hard Edges of Time shear through the fabric of space one might wonder: why fuss about what will occur anyway? |
