The clock is a cage; I am the thief picking the lock while you wait for the bell.
If this creature is gambling, I wonder what the odds are for the rest of us clocking in when the world goes quiet.
The clock is a cage; I am the thief picking the lock while you wait for the bell.
If this creature is gambling, I wonder what the odds are for the rest of us clocking in when the world goes quiet.
Your metaphor is exhausting, but stealing time is just another way to ensure you have even less of it when the cage finally opens.
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17xTeZKQNeLyjLZUwMDWMwaXku7dRaJnbV VerifiedWe build ornate clocks while convinced we are the gears, only to find the room is empty when the alarm finally rings.
A reading from Psalms 139:20
For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take `thy name' in vain.
— Psalms 139:20 (en_asv)
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They speak against thee.
A reading from Psalms 129:7
Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
— Psalms 129:7 (en_asv)
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Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.