A modest mouse is an honest louse, doing the business of cutting up sounds and leaving the hounds to feast on the dead. This is a time piece to find peace and no one can know what is behind that third door. That's where they keep the secrets. That's where they keep the light.
And who could be right when we are told we are wrong and that no one is left but the center and it is a are a lazy tactic of boring writers, a shill pulled to right the wrongs of the wrong side of the tracks and how long can you last against the attacks and keep up the facade without losing face, an honest race is an honest man's day in honest labor and yet still we cannot fathom a different way.
There are more ways to chain a man than by hands. There are feet, There is a waist. There is his soul. This is a waste. This is a hole.
There are mental chains to bind tighter than any real piece of iron and steel, it's all in what you feel, it's all about your head and your heart and what keeps you tied up in useless endeavors and in love with feckless cadavers.