The Decider

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By Edgar Allan Blowfish

You said, “Man, it’s been a bad day” Seems every day’s a bad day The wrong word will start a war Lace those boots, let’s go to war Bite your tongue, and lick your wounds Your cheeks are red as anger blooms Don’t question anymore Not burdened anymore I weigh the world on a sliding scale, and I Wouldn't worry if heads or tails decides We're all strapped to the spinning wheel And there's a blindfolded man in a tux throwing knives You say, “Man,it’s been a bad day Lock the door, shut the front gate It’s not a culture,it's a cult Life’s a circus,not a show” I used to think it would all come back again Less a question of if than where or when Life, looping and infinite, I was kidding myself Once it's finished, it's finished Blood and rust Oil and oxygen The path to where you are Is where you’ve already been Who decides? There’s no lies There’s no why There’s only time.......

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