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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
What is always coming but never arrives?