The Man Who Sells Death has a business of bombs ‘cause it’s booming
He’s got poisons and shotguns and greed and unkindness the same
The Girl Who Vends Time says the market is so time consuming
So she’s run out of stock, and the storefront’s gone up in a flame
The world, it turns round on an axis
Of an extra 180 degrees
Time’s tipping over, clocks turning like wheels
And cities fall in a slight breeze
The Lady of Life says that sorrow should not go unspoken
She thinks moments mean far more than all of the time that we spend
And she says that what was once whole can never truly be broken
Though a life may be over, death does not equal the end
Rocks may fall, insects scream
Serpents crawl, dreamless dream
At the end of the day, the one constant is change
So in that particular way, it’s all the same
Those who aren’t blind and shall never be cannot see
Those who are thoughtless can think beyond measure of thought
Is a lie still a lie if the truth truly lies uncertain?
Can the spending of time make up for the time being bought?
The stores have been emptied and shelves hold not more than a breath
The market is closed and doors shuttered in light of the dawn
So together the Lady of Life and the Man Who Sells Death
They sing sweet pleasantries as they walk arm in arm ‘til we’re gone
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