> The Darkener's Console

Bloodstains and deep scratches (perhaps made by an axe) mar the walls.

Time For Money —

Am I gonna trade my time for money
Or am I gonna change the world
Focus my light to a dollar
Watch the edges curl

Should I live by the riptide
And extinguish my flame
I could ask you what to do
Bu I know what you’ll say


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