Long Game from DOOMSCRAWLING by Marcus Gibbon

Come all you prophets of doom
Your job has never been so easy
Everything under the sun
Has been done, endlessly
The last crab in the pail
Ready to pull you down
But it is only our own
To fail destiny

It’s a far haul, the long game
What you were born to do
It’s the longest night, the shortest day
What you were born to do
Born to do

I know no one was asking
I did not hear my name
But what’s mine is mine
They couldn’t know anyway
I don’t know who it’s for
I don’t know why it came
I just know I can feel it
When I do

It’s a far haul, the long game
What you were born to do
It’s the longest night, the shortest day
What you were born to do
Born to do

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