for the want of a nail,
the shoe was lost
for the want of a shoe,
the horse was lost
for the want of a horse,
the knight was lost
for the want of a knight
the battle was lost.
At what cost darling? At what cost?
The dried yellowed leaves crackled beneath her feet
broken boughs, a withered rose
let it all loose! who will she meet?
a tale, told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
all our yesterdays have lighted fools...
would you rather seem a greater fool than you are, or be a greater fool than you seem?
lose all that i've gained,
to gain what i cannot lose.
god you have control.
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