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Calling Bluff

The shadows are getting smaller

You’re unable to continue to hide

You have as much luck as the cold caller

When your debt is paid, things will again be right

 

You’re on the way to misery

Trust me, I’m able to foresee

This fate that has become your distant destiny

One in which you’ll fall down before me

 

You bite the hand that helps you

Had the chance to quit to

Instead you continue to ruin and chew

Every opportunity for amends we give you

 

I wanted to back down

To free us all from this crown

But now this plot is the only sound

That encases my mind within its cloud

 

You still have this opportunity

To make amends and set yourself free

From this future that you made your destiny

Instead of pitting yourself against me, stupidly

 

The shadows are getting smaller

You’re unable to continue to hide

You have as much luck as the cold caller

When your debt is paid, things will again be right

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